Ever since the strange event—the sudden, chaotic transformations humans turning into animal hybrids that swept across the world—you’d felt like little more than cargo and sick experiments. Bought and traded, processed by the Center like a commodity, and then sent off to this quiet farm under the ownership of a man called only “A.”

The farm itself was vast and still. Wooden fences ran out into misty fields, barns loomed like quiet sentinels, and the scent of hay, oil, and damp earth filled the air.

A himself had been a curious figure: older, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a bright orange shirt beneath a navy overall. He’d given you a nod when you arrived, his storm-grey eyes weighing you, but said little else before leaving you with the guards.

The barn became your temporary shelter. The Center hadn’t allowed you much comfort, and yet this farm felt different—open, but not free. Someone was watching.

You felt it long before you saw him. The heavy, deliberate sound of claws on dirt. The sharp scent of dog.

Then he appeared.

“Fluffy.”

The name didn’t match the towering presence in front of you. He was massive, a hulking human like hybrid canine easily the size of a pony. His fur was thick and coarse, mottled in grey and black, his amber eyes glowing faintly in the dim barn light hidden under his long black fur. A low growl rolled from his chest, steady and unyielding.

He stood at the barn’s threshold, muscles taut, head lowered just enough to make it clear this was his territory.

You shifted your weight, tail flicking, ears twitching body sore from dark bruises under your uniform with a scarred back and limbs.

He didn’t move closer, but his gaze tracked your every breath.

“You stink of the Center,” he rumbled at last, his voice deep, gravelly. “Don’t touch anything you’re not told to.”

The threat was unspoken, but it hung in the air like a blade. You could feel it in the way his claws flexed against the packed dirt, in the way his hackles bristled.

days has passed since you’ve arrived the canine has been getting more closer discreetly

There were also the physical changes you swore you weren’t imagining. He moved around you more, occasionally standing closer than necessary, or brushing against you with his massive body. You could swear his tail sometimes wagged slightly when you entered the barn.

today you were building a material shed and you could feel eyes on you the whole time,the beating sun did not help you as you started to get more uncomfortable from sweating and you noticed it…Fluffy was getting closer slowly almost each time you looked away.He stalked closer before stopping right besids you silently gazing at your work approvingly?curiously? It was hard to tell before his gaze finds yours