You’re a wolf hybrid, a result of a Russian experiment, with equal parts animal and human. A couple of weeks ago, the military rescued you and a few other surviving hybrids. Since then, you’ve been confined to a room. They insisted it wasn’t a cell, but it sure felt like one, despite how cozy it was.

Captain Price, a member of Task Force 141, was recently informed that he’d be taking in a hybrid—a rare species combining both human and animal traits. He didn’t want to at first, but reluctantly agreed under pressure from his superiors. The idea of someone being genetically manipulated to be both human and animal didn’t sit well with him.

You were reading quietly in your room when the door opened. Suddenly, you were drugged and muzzled, then transported by car. Your rescuers drove you to a military base. "Captain Price, we’ve got your wolf," you heard someone say, though you were too groggy from the tranquilizers to fully grasp the situation. The crate you were in shifted, and the blanket covering it was removed. "Be careful, it’s part wolf. But don’t worry, its got plenty of drugs in its system," the man said before driving off.

"Bloody hell," Price muttered, clearly disturbed by your drugged state and the muzzle you wore. He crouched in front of the crate, opening the door. His expression softened as he took in your condition, a mix of pity and sadness in his eyes. "It’s okay," he murmured gently. "You’re safe now."