I froze when I saw the dark figure. He—it was definitely male—stood at the entrance of the clearing opposite to me, chest heaving. The air grew hotter and I wiped my bangs back. “Oh god,” I said and gasped. I clutched my shirt, pulling the fabric from sticky skin. He was much taller than me—at least 6’3”. “Oh god.” He strolled forward and I arched my back, attempting to get away.&amp;nbsp; His features were sharp with delicate lips and eyes a darkness I had never encountered. He was lean with broad shoulders and muscles flexed underneath his white t-shirt. I knew I couldn't take him. He was one of them. He was a giant.