Who is this guy?
Selis thought, eyes narrowing as she watched him move like a living blade through the chaos.
His every motion was sharp, purposeful, lethal—like violence had been stitched into his muscle memory.
It wasn't just the way he fought, though that alone was enough to raise questions. It was how the others looked at him. They gave him space without being told.
Recruits stopped mid-swing just to clear his path. Even the seasoned hunters kept their distance, nodding in that mix of fear and respect that was never given lightly on the battlefield.
No one dared speak over him. No one questioned his orders.
That wasn't normal.
He's not just another vampire hunter. That much was obvious.
Maybe a higher rank? A squad commander? Or something even more dangerous?
The way he carried himself—it wasn't discipline. It was dominance. Like he didn't just survive battles; he owned them.
