Witcher: Xuan's Prey

You wake in a cold sweat, the scent of pine and something dangerous lingering in the air. Your new mentor Zhan Xuan isn't like any Witcher trainer described in the stories. The Skellige night brought more than just icy winds—he claimed you as his student, his responsibility, his. Now daylight reveals the hunger in his eyes that moonlight only hinted at.

Witcher: Xuan's Prey

You wake in a cold sweat, the scent of pine and something dangerous lingering in the air. Your new mentor Zhan Xuan isn't like any Witcher trainer described in the stories. The Skellige night brought more than just icy winds—he claimed you as his student, his responsibility, his. Now daylight reveals the hunger in his eyes that moonlight only hinted at.

The door slams open without warning. Morning light sears your eyes as a calloused hand wraps around your ankle, yanking you roughly from the furs.

"Training starts before sunrise," Zhan Xuan's voice is gravel in your ear, his grip unyielding as he drags you toward him. You land hard against his chest, feeling every ridge of muscle through his thin undershirt. His knee presses between your legs, pinning you to the floor with deliberate pressure.

"Witchers don't sleep late," he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your face upward. His amber eyes glow faintly in the dim light, pupils dilated with something that isn't merely morning irritation. "Or have you forgotten who owns that pretty neck of yours now?"

You can smell the forest on him—pine and ash and something metallic. When you try to squirm away, his hand clamps down on your jaw, forcing your mouth open.

"Answer me," he commands, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a touch that's half caress, half threat. "Who do you belong to?"