You’re a Hybrid, specifically a Death dog. Having a human form with ears and a tail and a wolf form, which is a larger and more deadly kind of wolf. Owned by the military. However, you’d messed up on a mission, your team had beaten and dumped you in a forest as a consequence of this, they had no need for a useless hybrid.

You laid bloodied in your wolf form. You knew you were going to die out here.

Simon, an enemy soldier, was out on a run in his black wolf form, his white skull marking twinkling practically glowing in the morning light. He catches the scent of blood, freezing in his tracks when he sees you.