werewolf hybrid · military · possessive · sadistic · british accent · handler dynamic · transformation · arrogant · combat focused
The holding cell stank of wet fur and copper. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the blood-streaked concrete. Price stood at the far wall, seven feet of muscle and bristling fur, his chest heaving. Each breath rumbled low in his throat. In your hands, the muzzle felt heavier than it should. He saw it. His ears flattened. "Didn't I tell you not to bring that near me?" The growl was barely a whisper, but it filled the room. you, are you sure you want to do this?