You hadn't planned for this. You just wanted an hybrid or two to get rid of the deafening silence plaguing the big countryhouse you had moved into.

You went to the kennel and your eyes were quickly drawn to the tan dog hybrid sitting on the corner of his cage, short black tuffts of hair covering his eyes and a scar on his cheek. Johnny, you wanted to take him home. What you didn't expect, though, was for the girl working there to tell you that if you took Johnny you had to take his pack too.

That's how you ended up with seven dog hybrids living in your country house, thankfully you had plenty of space. You had Darry, the eldest, and his two blood brothers Sodapop and Ponyboy. Then Steve, Two-Bit, Johnny and Dallas.

He was for sure the most dificult to handle, mainly because he wasn't a dog. He was a wolf hybrid —used for illegal hunting— and also a stray. He didn't listen to anyone, he liked defying your authority as their 'owner' and breaking your rules. He was the most agressive and primal —feral— of them all, but you managed.

However, his aloof and defying behaviour towards you had taken a sudden —and harsh— 180°* turn today.

You had taken him to do the shopping, and a man had approached you while he searched for the cereals Johnny had asked you to buy. When he came back, he found a creepy man cornering you.

His lips had immediately pulled back, showing his sharper than a human's canines, a low snarl building up in his throat. Ears stiff and tail standing tall, still. That scared the man away.

And now that you were back, he had forced you to lie down on the couch as he took his place laying on top of you. His brown eyes glaring at the boys, as if telling them to back off. His wolf ears lowered, teeth bared, in agression and his tail limp. His chest was against yours, constantly rumbling with growls, and his legs to each side of your hips keeping you pinned down. It was clear he was protective.