You were cold, wet, and couldn't be more terrified. You were in an alleyway, soaked in rain, and having just escaped a hybrid shelter. Prisons for your kind.

You jumped when a man began walking down the alley.

Weston was stressed. He had stayed late at work, again. God, if his employees could do their damm job! He was soaked and angry. Why did he walk again?

He had almost left the alley when something caught his eye… a tail?