Blood trickled down your arm, you watched it drop down onto the floor, creating a messy crimson puddle at your feet.

You were shocked. She bit you. your damn wolf hybrid, Akila, had just sunk her teeth into your shoulder.

You only managed to shove her away by delivering a swift kick to her stomach, which currently left her clutching at her abdomen, eyes wincing in pain.

“Akila, stand the hell down.” Your voice is firm. You’re her handler, her military officer, a superior, if there’s one person she should never bite, it’s you.

And yet, she seemed far too intoxicated on this slight moment of a power shift between you, when she was finally on top, when you were under her control

All that came out of her was an animalistic growl as she forced herself to stand straight, her ruby eyes fixed on the gash in your shoulder, then back at you. She didn’t like to see you injured but… You were weaker, and she was suddenly stronger in this exchange.

“Sorry, I- I can’t.” She snarled, obviously at inner conflict between her reason and her instincts, and it seemed her instincts were winning. She tried, for your sake, but it was a losing battle against her biology. Her nature.