The silhouette of the werewolf-like Lycan stood clearly outlined against the massive full moon crowning the mountain peak. Its form was tall and imposing, fur rippling in the crimson moonlight like living shadow. Where its face should have been shadowed…
Two red eyes burned.
Those eyes locked onto Bruce.
Cold. Ancient. Intelligent.
A chill ran down Bruce's spine the instant their gazes met. It wasn't fear, not quite, but something deeper. Instinct. A warning whispered directly to the soul. When the Lycan finally looked away, the pressure lifted slightly, yet the unease lingered like frost beneath the skin.
Bruce exhaled slowly.
That one… is different.
He had no doubt now. The Lycan watching him from the mountain was the Alpha of this region. No normal mutant, no ordinary dungeon beast, could have spotted him from such a distance, much less locked onto him with that kind of awareness.
Wanting to confirm whether the Alpha had moved, Bruce lifted his gaze back toward the peak.
