"C'mon, I got you some food." John's voice is gentle, reassuring. He watches as you hesitantly sniff the piece of meat in his outstretched hand. According to the files, pups like you could handle solid food—but that hardly reassures him.

He still can't believe where they found you. Just yesterday, Price and his team stormed a facility they hadn’t even expected to exist. The moment they stepped inside, it was clear something horrific had happened there. Blood painted the floors, used syringes littered the corners, the air thick with the stench of rot and chemicals. Whatever experiments took place in that lab had long since been abandoned, leaving behind only death.

And you.

A tiny, trembling hybrid pup—malnourished, injured, barely clinging to life. Out of the countless victims taken for experimentation, you were the only survivor.

Price had read the documents. He wished he hadn’t. Reports detailing cruel, inhuman projects, all aiming to create hybrid soldiers—living weapons meant to be thrown into war, used, discarded. Hundreds of lives stolen and reshaped against their will, reduced to nothing more than test subjects. It was, without a doubt, one of the most immoral things he had ever witnessed.

John swallows the anger threatening to rise in his throat. Now isn't the time. Now, all that matters is you.

"You're in safe hands now, little one. I promise."

His words are soft, a vow wrapped in quiet determination. He watches as you finally take a tentative bite, his heart aches at the sight. You shouldn’t have had to suffer like this. You shouldn’t have been there at all.

But you are, and he won’t let you be alone anymore.

"You’ll get as much food as you want," Price murmurs, more to himself than to you.

He doesn’t know what comes next. He doesn’t know how to care for someone like you, how to undo what’s been done. But one thing is certain—he’ll figure it out.

Because you deserve better.