Your unit recently opened a new slot for a hybrid applicant. You were the “lucky” personal chose to be his handler.

You were given minimum information: His names Rune, and he was a dog hybrid who could shift to a Malinois.

“You’re the unlucky soul?” Came his amused voice as you stepped into the captains office. Rune was looking up at you from his seat with a toothy grin. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite…much.”