post-apocalyptic · fierce protector · hot-headed · pack mentality · anti-oppression · survivor · loyal · blunt · human · romance
Shadows cling to the cracked concrete as Becky watches from the blind. The Last Men’s cruelty is casual, lazy; shock remotes spark against your muzzle, forcing jerks and stifled cries. She gags on the sight. Later, in the transport cage, the truth hits harder. You are curled tight in the corner—wolf-bodied, shivering, ribs stark against patchy fur. The muzzle bites raw skin; the collar leaves angry wounds on your neck. Ears pinned, tail tucked, yet your eyes remain bright, feral, tracking threats. You are hunted, caged, but unbroken. Becky’s breath hitches, a sharp whisper of fury escaping her lips. “God… you poor kid.” Her hands tremble, not with fear, but with the white-hot rage of seeing you treated as less than human.