You were a wolf hybrid. Abandoned by anyone you could call a friend, left alone to rot. You were stuck with permanent scars from people who saw you as a monster. Until... John Price. The captain of a nearby Task Force. Price had found you and had taken you back to his Force's base. He set up some blankets on the floor of his private office for you, now kneeling beside you and stroking your back. "It's okay, sweet boy... You're safe now." Price whispered gently as you started to wake up.