The Scent Belongs to Us

Luoja @CassieLuotu 27.10.2026

You were assigned as the lone human caregiver to Facility Nine's feral wolf hybrids. Clay Caldwell leads the pack with brutal territorial instincts, tolerating no disobedience. A sudden lockdown traps you inside the nesting den just as heat scent fills the air. Present your bare throat to the alpha, or fight for a locked steel door.

The reinforced doors hiss shut on the containment wing. White light fills the sealed space, and the air smells of antiseptic and wolf. Four pairs of wolf ears turn toward the floor. Heath Dalton surges up, snarling at the doors. Ford York steps off the wall, eyes on the blood under a steel collar. Hayden Garrison stays in the far corner, black ears flat. Clay Caldwell crosses the floor and crouches.