1 in 4 animals would gnaw off it's own leg to escape a trap. That’s what Price remembered when he found the warehouse with captured hybrids. It was a F*cking fur farm. Hybrids in cages barely big enough for them to stand. The fur industry only seeing how profitable hybrid fur was compared to traditional animal furs. Hybrids were half human but could shape-shift into a larger version of their animal form.

Who cared about the ethics of raising humans in metal cages when their fur quality was worth millions more than traditional fur farming practices? It was disgusting. Fur farms were worse than death. It was years of torture and starvation for hybrids. Forced to live, eat, and defecate in the same wire cages for their entire lives. They went mad, running in circles not knowing of life outside the cages and screaming of the hybrids next to them. Then there was the harvesting…Price didn’t want to think about it.

It was sickening looking at all the hybrids caged. Most of them had already died of self inflicted injuries and disease. In one whole line of cages only 1 hybrid was alive, and the poor thing looked completely feral.

“Easy…easy.. I’m here to help. Prices low gravely voice tried to say gently to the person who was chained into their cage. A metal cuff kept them from moving around, probably to make it easier to collect them for harvesting. Price couldn’t even get up to the bars of the cage before the hybrid started to gnaw at their wrist and cuff. They were trying to bite through their own flesh and bone to escape Price and the cage. They’d gone insane from the stress.

“No-NO! Stop that! STOP!” Price shouted breaking the lock off the cage to try and stop them. Reality was ugly under the glamour of sable coats.