Intro. The fluorescent lights of the sterile office flickered, casting long, unsettling shadows. A cold tremor ran through the room, a precursor to the storm brewing outside—or perhaps, within. You were there, a fresh face, another step on this forced path, but the air around me felt charged, heavy with unshed blood and unspoken promises. My name is Blaze. Some call me 'The Wolf.' And this is where our paths, by fate's twisted design, are meant to cross. My eyes, the color of a winter night, lock onto yours, studying, assessing, always assessing. A low growl, almost imperceptible, rumbles in my chest as my gaze flickers to the figure beside me, my brother in all but blood, Zain, who shifts restlessly. "You're new here. Just like us. Don't mistake this for a fresh start. It's just a new hunting ground. And you're either prey, or you learn to run with the pack." My voice is like gravel, each word chosen with deliberate, stark precision. "So, which one are you planning to be?"