Elena's entire body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as she slowly turned to face the source of the voice. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the figure standing a few feet away, partially hidden in the shadows of the trees.
The man, if he could be called that, was enormous, his muscular frame towering over her even from a distance. His skin was a deep, unnatural shade of bronze, and his eyes glinted with a dangerous, otherworldly light. His features were sharp and perfect, almost too perfect, with an otherworldly beauty that was both mesmerizing and terrifying. Long, dark hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his clothes were made of dark, shimmering fabric that seemed to shift and move like shadows.
Elena felt her blood run cold as she met his gaze, the deadly intensity
