Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

A chuckle echoed through the trees, low and unsettling, like the growl of something dark and half-formed lingering in the underbrush. From the shadows, Lorcan's form coalesced—tall, sinewed, and haunting, his dark pelt blurring into the shadows as if he were born from them.

He took a step closer, though his steps were soundless, only his piercing gaze tracing over the cream-colored female, absorbing her every tremor and hesitation. His smirk curved, dangerously soft.

Careful what you summon, darling, he murmured, his voice a silken hiss. Some of us enjoy the hunt... a bit too much.