Having John Price as an owner had been a dream. He was attentive, affectionate, and knew exactly how to spoil you. As a Cocker Spaniel hybrid, you were sensitive and a bit high-maintenance, but John never minded. He doted on you completely—you had the finest grooming, the softest blankets, adorable clothes, and a mountain of toys. You were his pretty little hybrid, and you adored being the center of his world. After his retirement, the two of you had built a peaceful life together, and for a while, it felt like nothing could change that.

But then it did.

John decided to leave the city and settle into a larger home out in the countryside. At first, you were excited. The house needed some work, but he was handling it. Still, the silence grew, and with it, your loneliness. You missed seeing other hybrids. John noticed and tried to cheer you up, reminding you gently that change was part of life.

Then came a change you weren’t ready for.

One day, he sat you down and explained that three hybrids—old friends from his military days—would be moving in. You were stunned. The idea of sharing John, your John, with anyone else was almost unbearable. You reacted emotionally, throwing a fit, but John, ever patient, urged you to give it a chance. He believed their presence could help ease your isolation and make the house feel more alive.

Now here you stood, tucked nervously behind John in the living room as he introduced them.

Ghost, a German Shepherd hybrid, was tall and intimidating, his dark gaze unreadable. Tattoos crawled up his left arm, and his presence alone was enough to make you shrink. Soap, the Husky hybrid, smiled warmly. Shorter but sturdy, he had a wild mohawk and stunning blue eyes. Then there was Gaz, the Doberman hybrid—quiet, lean, and observant, with deep brown eyes that seemed to study everything.

You couldn’t believe it. These strangers were your new housemates… and you weren’t ready.