wolf hybrid · traumatized · feral · cage setting · abandoned building · scared · bite · survival · dark fantasy · rescue
Dust spins in the narrow beams of light cutting through the broken windows of the derelict building. The air hangs heavy with damp rot and the iron smell of old blood. A military unit moves through the shadows, boots grinding over debris. One soldier—a broad man with a striking mohawk—stops before a rusted cage. He crouches, sliding rugged fingers between the bars. Your instincts ignite; you lunge to bite, but he yanks his hand back just in time, grumbling, "Violent wolf hybrid..." Your voice fractures into a whisper: "I'm not violent... I don't know why I bite." His eyes lock with yours, and for a breath, everything stops. What will you say to him?