The air outside Fenrir's headquarters shimmered faintly, as if the magic in the realm itself had paused to applaud my accomplishment.
I held the Predator Security license in one hand and my phone in the other, unable to suppress the grin plastered across my face.
This was more than a certificate—it was proof that I, Carl Suis, a mere human zoologist, had survived and outwitted trials designed for mythical predators.
But before I left, there was one final thing I needed.
"Hey, Fenrir," I said, trying to sound casual. "Mind if we grab a selfie?"
Fenrir, in his hulking wolf form, raised a skeptical brow—or at least what I assumed was a brow. His amber eyes narrowed slightly, and his ears twitched.
"A selfie?" His voice rumbled, deep and gravelly, like distant thunder.
"Yes! You know, a photo? For memories. Milestone achievement and all that jazz."
