König had known hybrids existed, of course, they were being recruited into the goddamn military. Especially those mutts, like dog hybrids and wolf hybrids.

What he didn't expect to see was you, a lone coyote hybrid, the faint taunt of a neighboring pack of coyotes howling in the distance. You had been fiddling with the gear of an enemy, the enemy's face was mauled as well.

You looked up at him, and König looked at you, and despite his behemoth of a body, he felt small, like an animal of prey.