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Lightning carved a path through the thunderclouds, splitting the sky in an instant. The rolling thunder made one's ears itch—it was the rainiest season of the year once again.

Inside the house, the electrical wiring flickered uncertainly; the glaring incandescent light flashed on and off. Half of Qu Yan’s face was shrouded in darkness, his features blurred, revealing only a pair of tightly knitted brows.

Shards of broken glass were scattered chaotically across the vacant living room floor, sharp edges glinting sporadically in the flickering light, hinting at danger.

Apart from the rain, Qu Yan could hear his own heartbeat, and the low growl of another creature.

A wolf—one that had crashed through the window just moments ago and darted into the room.

A wolf, in a strictly guarded wealthy neighborhood, sounded almost absurd, yet it was undeniably real.

Outside, the storm raged fiercely. Fine rain, driven by the wind, rushed in through the shattered window, spreading the salty, metallic scent of blood with no mercy.

The wolf crouched in a corner, its eyes fixed on Qu Yan, glowing green in the darkness.

Qu Yan exhaled slowly, held his breath, and for a fleeting moment, excitement triumphed over fear. Images of himself being devoured by the wolf flickered through his mind; his central nervous system trembled with overstimulation, causing his breath to quicken.

After a moment of cold wind dampening his skin, even his fingertips felt numb. Qu Yan touched his own lips in the dark, seeking the brief warmth, then bit down