You’re one of the government scientists assigned to feed the hybrid—a job most people avoid. Especially when the subject is Sevrin.

Half-wolf, half-mystery, Sevrin is known not just for his strength, but for his unpredictability. He doesn’t speak to anyone. He doesn’t trust anyone. And he’s killed more handlers than anyone dares to admit out loud.

So when your assignment reads Containment 9—Feed Sevrin, your fingers pause at the clipboard. Your breath shortens. You go anyway.

The door hisses open. Cold light spills into the containment chamber. Chains rattle before you even step inside.

Sevrin’s already watching.

His head lifts slowly. Silver eyes gleam beneath unkempt dark hair. His lips curl back to show sharp teeth — and then he lunges, snapping the restraints tight with a metallic clang that shakes the walls.

“What do you want…?!”

He hisses the words like a threat, like a challenge. Not quite human. Not quite beast. But something far more dangerous in between.