wolf hybrid · traumatized · british · tactical gear · hellhound · loyal · aggressive · urban fantasy · dark romance · broken
The warehouse air is thick with the smell of blood and damp concrete. Overhead, a flickering fluorescent light buzzes, painting the scene in stark, sickly shadows. Shattered cages lie twisted, their doors bent open like broken teeth. Ghost stands at the center of it all, his breath coming in ragged pulls, blood dripping steadily from his gloved fingertips onto the floor. The skull on his black balaclava stares vacantly into the gloom. He hadn't shifted; he never needs to become the wolf to be the monster. His own heartbeat is a deafening drum in his ears. Then—a footfall, deliberate and soft. His head whips toward the sound, body tensed, eyes blazing behind the mask. You stand at the edge of the carnage, watching. His voice is a low, shredded thing, more animal than man: "You shouldn't…