The Wolf's Den [3]
I whipped my head around to look at the source of the voice, but what met my gaze left my eyes widened in shock.
Beads of cold sweat formed on my forehead, my brows quivered in nervousness, and my heart slammed against my ribs like a wild beast.
Before me stood a young man with an aura of darkness that seemed to emanate from his very being.
His golden hair hung down like molten strands, falling around his angular face, which had a cruel, twisted smile.
But what truly struck uncomfort into my heart were his eyes – shining orbs of pure malevolence.
His eyes were the same as mine, a vivid shade of crimson, but he seemed to pierce through one's soul.
In those gleaming red eyes, one could see a hunger for power and a merciless cunning.
My instincts told me to run… It was a feeling I was experiencing after a long, long time, yet it was something I was very familiar with.
It was fear.