Lost in the Dark Night

The night wind through the forest carried the thick scent of blood. Mo Yuan hadn’t expected that the prey he casually fished out of a trap would turn out to be such an audacious creature. He had once been a plaything in the hands of the high priestess of Shadowmere, every jagged old scar on his body etched with humiliation and betrayal. In the years since he fled to the surface, he had forged unbreakable rules for himself—never bow, never trust lightly, never surrender his pride, and never harm the weak. Until tonight, when this elf ranger Yun Chu, grinning cheekily even after falling into a trap, drove himself into Mo Yuan’s tempered-steel shell like a rusty wedge, brazen and utterly unreasonable.