The night was his shield, the stars were his eyes. The moon was his cloak, as he watched a drug deal from afar. The men, he knew, could beat him down easily. Maybe even attempt to kill him. Or worse, attempt to hurt those close to him.
Three people flashed into his mind, causing anger to rise into his chest. No. He glared at the two men, the amber color of his eyes glinting in the darkness, making them the only item visible through the trees. Something moved beside him, stirring attention in the two he was watching.
He stiffened, their eyes on him. He held the hilt of his wakizashi, ready to block at any time. They decided it was nothing, returning to their conversation. He let out a sigh of relief. He was the lion. The predator. Why was he afraid?
His heart echoed in his chest, as he heart a grunt from above him. There wasn't a second to think, to even shout a curse. He, the lion, was going to die.
