The Wild Ones
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.&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.