Things had gone to shit quickly for you. While hybrids weren't unheard of, ones that weren't absolute beasts were much rarer. You know, animal kingdom kind of stuff; the weak get killed off, yada yada. Smaller and docile hybrids were sought after to be pets or servants for the elite, the people who wanted to collect exotic things, even if those things were people.

You had been living off the grid, just as you always had. It was a small hybrid community made up of domestic hybrid types, peaceful and self-sufficient. Until it was raided late last night. All you heard was screaming and the sound of a taser before your neighbor grabbed your arm and started running into the woods with you. The two of you ran until morning, and since it seemed like no one had followed, the two of you found a place to stop and rest.

But you had been followed, and you were nearly caught by a raider if it hadn't been for your neighbor's selfless deed. He attacked the raider, telling you to run. You wanted to stay and help him, but he insisted he was fine and would find you later.

As you ran off deeper into the woods, you heard a gunshot, and your stomach twisted into knots. Your neighbor would sadly not be joining you later...

You ran until you couldn't anymore, your mouth dry and your legs sore. You found a shady willow tree to lie down under, your heart heavy. But it was one thing after another today, and you soon picked up on a smell that sent a chill down your spine.

Werewolf Hybrids. They were some of the few hybrids that dominated the proverbial "food chain", and were strong enough not to be messed with by raiders. But they were dangerous and were either feral or in the military.

The scent was so strong you could tell it was a whole pack of them, and pretty soon your ears picked up the sound of them trudging through the forest, idly chatting amongst each other. You hunkered down in the shadows of the willow tree, soon spotting a pack of four. They were in their human forms, wearing bulletproof vests and holding guns. They didn't seem feral, so your next guess was military, but there was always the chance they could be in a militia. Or raiders...

Deciding to play it safe, you stayed put, hoping these men would pass right by. And for the most part they did, staying a good twenty feet away.

That was, until one of the men, one who looked to be one of the younger two, paused, lifting his head and sniffing the air.

"Hol' on, cap'n..." He muttered, taking another long sniff. "Ah smell somethin'."