(Third person POV)
The moon hung heavy in the night sky, a luminous sentinel casting pale light over the dense thicket. In the shadows, a figure crouched low, muscles coiling like springs beneath a shaggy coat of thick black fur. Xander could feel the electric tension of the night thrumming in his veins as he surveyed the clearing where the hunters had made their camp.
Fires crackled, casting flickering shadows that danced across the trees. A stark contrast to the cold calculating focus that burned in Xander’s violet eyes. He had been watching these hunters for three days now. Ever since Cassandra led him to where she thought the hunters were, he has been watching and studying the hunters and area for the right time to attack. Who knows what cruel intentions the hunters have with this y
