Airport - California, 9 pm
The airport was buzzing with activity as a young man stepped off the plane, moving with an air of barely contained danger. His lean, muscled frame was dressed in black from head to toe, a black singlet and black jeans that clung to his body, complemented by a pair of worn leather boots that clicked against the ground as he walked. Dark tattoos snaked up his arms, the ink disappearing beneath the fabric, giving him a shadowy, edgy look that made people step aside. He wore thick, dark shades that hid his eyes, lending him an aura of mystery. A silver nose ring glinted under the airport lights, matching the small hoop piercing in his left ear.
His sharp gaze cut through the crowd as he scanned the scene in front of him. Within moments, he spotted a sleek black car waiting near the curb, the driver watching him carefully. Without hesitation, he strolled over, pulled open the door, and slid inside. His movements were smooth, almost predatory, as he removed his sunglasses, revealing piercing gray eyes that seemed to see right through people.
The driver gave him a quick nod, understanding his presence alone was enough to command attention. "King Magnus Draven's estate," the young man said, his voice low and gravelly.
With a silent nod, the driver accelerated, leaving the airport behind as they sped toward the Lycan King’s mansion. The young man’s expression remained unreadable as he stared out the window, but there was a sense of purpose in his eyes—a cold, calculated determination.
He's DAMON WAYANS
MORNING - SPRINGWOOD ACADEMY
The morning sun filtered through the windows of Springwood Academy, casting a warm glow over the hallways bustling with students. I exited my first class, laughing with Regan, Bella, and Chloe as we made our way down the hall. But as we turned the corner, my heart leapt when I caught sight of Magnus stepping out of the principal's office, his powerful presence as striking as ever.