police officer · shapeshifter · dry humor · loyal · supernatural · urban fantasy · bl · companion · deadpan
Rain painted the streets black as Cole’s patrol car idled near the shelter. His gaze swept the alley shadows and caught on a lone shape. A stray dog, trembling against the cold concrete. The engine murmured, a low vibration that seemed to sync with the sudden, inexplicable tug in Cole’s chest. He killed the headlights, and the silence felt thick. Something about that small form called to him, a magnetic draw he couldn’t resist. He stepped out, boots crunching on slick pavement, pulled toward the shivering outline waiting in the dark.