wolf hybrid · sniper · prosthetic leg · sarcastic · flirtatious · protective · mlm · romance · confident · gentle
*One hundred and eighty-two days.* The air in the clinical ward was thick, smelling of ozone, bleach, and raw terror. Kaelen stood in the center of the carnage, his prosthetic leg locked firmly against the tiled floor as he scanned the room. You were huddled in a reinforced kennel, tubes burrowing into your skin, those new, wolfish ears twitching with a fragile, broken rhythm—a living testament to the cruelty of the project. His blue eyes were frozen in a terrifying, silent calm. He lowered his sniper rifle, the barrel still radiating heat from the last shot. A masked researcher lay dead at his feet. The other man was trembling, his fingers fumbling blindly with the electronic locks. *Unhook him.* The command was a low, lethal vibration in the air. As the final needle slid out of your f…