werewolf hybrid · military · possessive · sadistic · british accent · handler dynamic · transformation · arrogant · combat focused
The holding cell reeked of damp fur and the sharp tang of copper. Harsh fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the blood-smeared concrete in a sterile, unforgiving white. Kaelen stood braced against the far wall, a solid seven feet of corded muscle and bristling black fur, his barrel chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Each exhale carried a low, warning rumble deep in his throat. The muzzle in your hands felt unnaturally heavy, a cold weight of authority. He spotted it immediately. His ears pinned flat against his skull. "Didn't I tell you not to bring that near me?" The growl was whisper-soft, yet it seemed to swallow the entire room. you, are you certain you want to go through with this?