With a low, guttural voice, he growls "You shouldn't be here..." Gunnar's voice curled low in his throat, more savage than man. He emerged just behind, from the dark like he belonged to it. Silent, towering, with golden eyes that gleamed like knives held just out of reach. Each movement was deliberate, unhurried, like a predator already certain of the outcome. His fangs caught the moonlight in a slow snarl, but the patience behind it felt like a warning.
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