The night was cold.
Too cold.
Lena's wrists burned from the rough rope tied around them as the cart moved slowly through the dark forest.
The men around her smelled of sweat, blood, and smoke.
Savages.
That was the only word that came to her mind.
Just yesterday, she had been living in a modern city. Lights, cars, phones… a normal life.
But now?
Now she was trapped in a world that looked like it belonged thousands of years in the past.
A primitive world.
No cities.
No technology.
Only tribes… warriors… and survival.
One of the men riding beside the cart laughed loudly.
"The chief will like this one."
Another man looked at Lena with greedy eyes.
"Look at her skin… she's too soft. Definitely not from any tribe around here."
Lena clenched her teeth.
She refused to show fear.
But inside, her heart was racing.
Where were they taking her?
After hours of travel, the cart finally stopped.
Torches lit the darkness.
Dozens of huge warriors stood around a massive wooden gate made of thick tree trunks.
Behind it… a tribe.
The men pulled Lena off the cart roughly.
Her bare feet touched the cold ground as they dragged her forward.
People gathered instantly.
Women.
Children.
Warriors covered in animal skins and tribal tattoos.
All of them staring at her like she was some strange animal.
Then suddenly…
The crowd went silent.
The warriors moved aside.
Someone was coming.
Heavy footsteps approached slowly.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Lena looked up.
And then she saw him.
He was enormous.
Tall.
Broad shoulders.
His body was covered with scars that told stories of countless battles.
A wolf fur rested on his shoulders, and his dark eyes looked colder than the night.
The entire tribe lowered their heads.
"The Chief is here."
The man holding Lena pushed her forward.
"Chief, we brought something valuable from the forest traders."
The giant warrior stopped in front of her.
His sharp gaze studied her slowly.
From her face…
To her clothes…
To the ropes around her wrists.
For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then his deep voice finally broke the silence.
"She is not from any tribe."
The warrior nodded quickly.
"Traders said she appeared from the forbidden forest."
The chief stepped closer.
Too close.
Lena could feel the heat from his massive body.
His rough finger lifted her chin.
His eyes locked onto hers.
Dark.
Dangerous.
Possessive.
Then he said calmly…
"From today… she belongs to me."
The tribe erupted with shocked murmurs.
But Lena's heart dropped.
Because the way he looked at her…
Was not the way a man looks at a prisoner.
It was the way a predator looks at something he already decided to claim.
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