Captured by the Predator

, I heard a loud roar, followed by the sound of crashing and snarling. I opened my eyes t

and growing beneath his skin. His face elongated, his eyes turning yellow and his teeth sharpening int

ble to watch. I covered my eyes, unable to bear the sight of the two beasts ripping each other apart. T

in a fierce battle, their bodies twisted and contorted in ways that seemed impossible. I felt a wave of naus

and bites, but he seemed to be ignoring the pain. Instead, he fixed me with a furious glar

I'm sorry," I said, trying to placate him. "I d

step back, but he was too quick. He scooped me up in his arms, ignoring my pleas and stru

n, nestled among the trees. Dalton pushed open the door and carried me inside, dropping me unceremoniously onto a bed. I bounced on the mattress, my bruises complaining at th

eep you safe," he said, his voice still rough around the edges. "But you're being completely ung

night, and I realized that Dalton had indeed saved my life. Twice. I looked around the cabin, taking in the cozy furnishings and the

help, and that I should just meekly accept his protection. But I wasn't that kind of person. I was strong and independent, and I didn't need some condescending beast telli

said. "But if you think I'm keeping you hostage, you can go. No, really, you can actually go." He emphasi

ing up at him. "I appreciate it. And who knows, maybe we can even be friends." Dalton raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised

my injuries," I said, looking up at him. "Would you be willing to help me out?" Dalton nodded, his expression softening further. "I can do that," he said. I smiled, feeling a se

ly beast, no doubt about it. But what kind of shapeshifter was he? I mean, one second he's a beast, and

shapeshifter. But how did it work? Was he born this way, or was it something he had learned to control? I had so ma

It was a lot to take in. I felt like I was living in a fantasy novel or something. But at the same time, it was kind of exciting. I mean, how many people got to me