Soul Eater By Lily Mayne -

Danny tripped. A single loose stone skittered down the ravine, sounding like a gunshot in the dead silence.

"You're small," the Soul Eater rumbled, the sound vibrating in Danny’s chest. Soul Eater by Lily Mayne

When he finally saw it, his breath hitched. The creature—Wyn—wasn’t the mindless beast the legends described. He was massive, a silhouette of shadows and sharp edges, but there was a devastating stillness to him. He was perched on a rusted girder, watching the sunset with a gaze that felt ancient. Danny tripped

Wyn tilted his head, a sharp claw tracing the line of Danny's jaw without breaking the skin. He could taste the soul beneath—vibrant, stubborn, and inexplicably warm. For a monster who had spent centuries consuming darkness, this tiny, defiant spark was more intoxicating than any kill. When he finally saw it, his breath hitched