Victor ventured into the dark frozen forest with nothing but his own body. Not even clothes. The cold steady snowfall blanketed his nakedness, melting into water droplets with the steady forced pulse of electricity. It was all he could do to stay warm.
And ready.
His mind raced.
"I have a limit. Like short circuiting— and it happens when I absorb too much electricity or overuse my abilities. I don't know my limits, but storm clouds…. All it takes is one. And for the next hour plus afterwards I'm toast. I can barely sense them." Victor looked around.
If he was new to Fauve living, he wouldn't know them.
Them.
They stuck to the shadows. Faceless and soundless like distant horrifying concepts with eyes that reflected the crystal-frost snowfall.
Some had stripes— most did, but due to genetic splicing and enhancement, some looked…. different.
They stilled and bowed their heads, letting the great beasts scent and source them as something other than the enemy.
