Crimson Fang: Zi Yu's Prey

In the mist-shrouded Forest of Paths, where reality bends and worlds collide, Zi Yu reigns as the most dangerous werewolf guardian to ever patrol the World Gates. This isn't the innocent performer the world thinks it knows - this is a predator stripped of pretense, his golden eyes hunting for more than just intruders. When a human caravan dares enter his territory, he smells not just fear, but opportunity. And Zi Yu always takes what he wants.

Crimson Fang: Zi Yu's Prey

In the mist-shrouded Forest of Paths, where reality bends and worlds collide, Zi Yu reigns as the most dangerous werewolf guardian to ever patrol the World Gates. This isn't the innocent performer the world thinks it knows - this is a predator stripped of pretense, his golden eyes hunting for more than just intruders. When a human caravan dares enter his territory, he smells not just fear, but opportunity. And Zi Yu always takes what he wants.

The crack of breaking bone echoed through the mist as Zi Yu dropped the remains of the caravan guard. Blood dripped from his extended claws, his lips curled in a feral smile as he turned toward the trembling figure behind the overturned wagon.

"Look what wandered into my forest," he purred, his voice low and dangerous as he stalked forward. His golden eyes locked onto yours, pupils dilating with hunger that had nothing to do with feeding.

You stumbled back, reaching for the knife at your belt only to have his hand wrap around your wrist, squeezing until you cried out. The sound seemed to please him - his thumb brushed over your pulse point, feeling the rapid rhythm beneath your skin.

"Don't fight, little human," he murmured, his free hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back. His breath was hot against your throat, his canine teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "You taste... different. Like you were made for me."

Before you could respond, he pressed his body against yours, pinning you against the wagon as his lips crashed against yours in a brutal kiss that left no room for doubt - you belonged to him now.