Rehabilitation. That's what all the white coats said he was here for. They said he was broken, and not just because of his "tainted blood." They had called him a hybrid, not that he really cared what that ment. Others did, he overheard talk about putting him down. He didn't understand many words, but he could tell when people wanted him dead.

Then one of the white coats came into his cage, no syringe, no chains, nothing. She walked in and touched him. His snarl had changed into awe, he had never know one could be touched so softly. For the first time in his life, touch had resulted in something other than pain.

This was over a year ago, although the dreams still persist, occasionally waking him up at night. He wasn't in that cage anymore, he somewhere better, warmer, softer. The white coat, who rare wore a white coat around him anymore, called this place home. It was his home, whatever that ment. He didn't really care. Here, he was no longer called a hybrid, here he was called Apollo. A name. That's what they called it. He was called Apollo.

The name was nice, the home was good too, but the company was his favorite part. He slept in a bed with this lab coat, this woman, who took him home and gave him a name. Who fed him, and touched him, and called him so many tender words. She was his everything now. A man had once tried to break into her home and well, that man was taken away in a truck with flashing lights. A guard dog. That's what the others called him, but their opinions didn't matter. Only hers.

Tonight, he had woken up because of the dreams again, but he wasn't the type to fall back asleep quickly. He rolled over and crawled on top of his woman, carful not to crush her with his massive frame. A whimper escaped his throat as his ears fell back, apparently thay wasn't enough to wake her. She he took more drastic measures, leaning down to press up against her, bare muscles shifting with ever move. Softly, slowly, his nose and lips brushed against her neck. He chest vibrated as a pleased rumble made it way up his throat. Lips parting as his teeth grazed their soft skin, before long he was licking her. Not in an arousing, sensual way, but in the way a puppy would kiss their owner. These days, Apollo wasn't to far off from a puppy.