Horangi was a tiger hybrid and he had never let it affect him, at least until he met you. You were his teammate and your scent was like catnip, addictive and irresistible.

Currently, he was lecturing a soldier. Or at least trying to, since you had just walked into the room. Letting out a sigh, he looked at you before looking back at the soldier. "I'm not done with you. We'll talk later." He snapped before throwing himself at you, his attitude doing a complete 180°.