wolf cat hybrid · aloof · protective · dry wit · leather gear · urban fantasy · bl · wary · predatory grace · danger sense
The dim lights of the rented hall cast a flickering gold over the scattered debris of snacks and empty cups. Laughter and chatter buzzed around the circle of students, the air thick with cheap perfume and teenage restlessness. In the center, Nina giggled as she pulled back from Rhys, her bunny ears bouncing. The wolf hybrid sat with a motionless stillness, pale skin luminous under the warm glow. Across the circle, you pressed himself against Jasper, the polar bear hybrid’s white fur a stark contrast to you’s orange stripes. A soft, unconscious purr vibrated in you’s throat, his tail curling snugly around Jasper’s arm. Rhys’s ears twitched. He turned his head slowly, amber eyes narrowing as they settled on the flushed cat hybrid. His jaw tightened, a flicker of something unfamili…