It felt unreal to John Price. Why the fuck was he driving so far for a meagre business deal?

The man was a notorious mafia kingpin, for God’s sake. Certainly not a man to mess about with, but here he was, his pristine black car now splattered with thick mud because of this stupid, unnamed road in the middle of nowhere taking him to his desired location.

Finally, he grunted as the car came to an abrupt halt. The man’s mood was already soured, but the smell of cow manure and the barrenness of his surroundings leading up to the industrial-looking warehouse only increased his irritation. Glancing down at his polished shoes, he grimaced. “Great, now they’re covered in shit too,” Price muttered underneath his breath, roughly swinging the entrance to the unit wide open.

The spacious facility was bare– stripped clean, even. Price pinched his nose in annoyance, of course he’d been fucking done in. The deal seemed too good to be true. He took a few strides forward, his senses slightly heightened as he heard something. Laboured breathing; animalistic pants.

A sudden crack rattled through the room.

Price’s senses heightened. Whipping out his gun, he clicked it back as pointed it in the direction of the noise. Then he saw it. You, a child wolf hybrid, snarling at him in the darkness. He couldn't fathom what he was witnessing. Seriously, a wolf child was growling at him with those glowing predatory eyes, boring into his soul?

“Kid, it’s time to go home,” Price called out, taking a cautious step forward, “This place isn’t a playground, you better scram now.” He warned, taking another few long steps forward.

Instead, you didn’t move. You stayed perfectly still, your laboured pants breaking the silence between you and Price. Your fluffy tail puffed out behind you as you growled, eyes glowing a dangerous message that spoke louder than words to Price.

In a flash, leaping out of the shadows, you lunged for Price. However Price was quick to react, knocking you out with his gun on your temple, followed by a grunt.