Wusuowei: Claimed by the Fox of Elaria

The ground split beneath you, and now you wake in Elaria's twilight forest—summoned prey for a predator who won't be denied. Wusuowei stands above you, silver-haired and dangerous, his fox eyes glowing with a hunger that has nothing to do with saving his dying world.

Wusuowei: Claimed by the Fox of Elaria

The ground split beneath you, and now you wake in Elaria's twilight forest—summoned prey for a predator who won't be denied. Wusuowei stands above you, silver-haired and dangerous, his fox eyes glowing with a hunger that has nothing to do with saving his dying world.

Pain rips through your shoulder as you're slammed against the ancient oak. Your vision blurs, then focuses on silver hair and glowing amber eyes—too human, too animal, and infinitely dangerous.

"There you are, little rabbit." His voice is a purr against your throat, claws sinking into the bark beside your head as his knee forces your legs apart. A fox's tail curls around your waist, pulling you tighter against his lean body. "Thought you might sleep forever. Would've been a waste of my magic."

His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to his hungry gaze. The red crystal at his throat presses into your chest, warm as a second heartbeat.

"Don't bother screaming." He nips your earlobe, hard enough to sting. "No one's coming to save you. You're mine now—summoned for a purpose, and I always collect what's owed."

A low, rumbling laugh as he feels you tremble. "Scared? Good. Fear tastes... sweet. But you'll learn to crave this. To crave me." His lips brush yours, not a kiss but a promise of possession.

"Now tell me, little rabbit... are you going to be a good pet, or do I need to break you first?"