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My dog brings home a Wolf

The small cozy clinic was quiet, the kind of silence that presses against your ears until you almost imagine the building breathing with you. I'd stayed late-again.I sigh looking at the paperwork that had stacked up on my desk, ever since my staff were on medical leave.Chicken Nugget, my dog who I dare say is a heavily spoilt bernese mix was stretched out on his favourite rug like an attendant who had long since given up. His tail thumped lazily whenever I looked at him."You're lucky you don't have to do tax forms," I muttered, tapping my pen against the desk thinking of the upcoming planned surgeries coinciding with the shortage of staff.He gave a soft whine, which I believe is the canine version of an eye roll, then suddenly lifted his head, ears twitching.This lazy stack of potatoes was only ever curious for troublesome things, but before I could react, he bounded to the door."Chicken, no-"Too late. The door swung on its hinge as his nose shoved it open and the cold night ai

This is Insane

Sleep was out of the question.I'd pushed the treatment table into the corner of the clinic where I kept recovering strays, though nothing about the wolf felt like a stray. He lay stretched across the bedding I'd hurriedly thrown together-blankets, towels, anything soft enough to keep him comfortable. Chicken Nugget curled nearby like a proud guard after almost being successful in breaking the glass into the OT.The unnatural fixation gave me the uneasy sense that my dog wasn't protecting me from the wolf... he was watching over the wolf for me."Whose side are you on?" I muttered, stroking his fluffy head. His tail thumped lazily, answering nothing while I looked at the wolf who was administered another dose of sedative after much thought.The clock ticked past two a.m. My hands still shook faintly from having to load his weight on the trolley again, though the stitches had held, the bandages tight.It should've been relief that I hadn't lost him on the table. But instead, I felt re

Was a Sleepless Night taking a Toll

The night stretched on like a taut string, every sound magnified. The hum of the overhead lights pressed against my eardrums, insistent and sharp, while the ticking of the old clock marked each passing second like a countdown I could feel in my bones. Even the restless shuffle of the wolf’s paws against the blankets seemed deafening in the silence, each movement precise, deliberate, yet charged with an animal unease that made my stomach tighten.I tried to lose myself in paperwork, fingers moving almost mechanically over charts and scribbled notes. Dosages, recovery rates, herbal mixtures, sutures. I told myself that if I focused on the mundane, the impossible that had intruded into my life could be ignored. But my attention drifted to him constantly. That wolf. The one who shouldn’t be speaking, shouldn’t be here in my little clinic, shouldn’t have eyes that seemed to pierce through the dim light and see something in me I hadn’t even admitted existed.The memory of those crimson eyes

Don't Run

The following night was worse. The day had passed in ordinary rhythms, patients and their humans coming in for checkups, treatments, and reviews, nothing out of the expected.Chicken Nugget, ever vigilant, remained faithfully stationed at the wolf's side, even after I had set up an IV line to restore some measure of strength to the beast. Oddly enough, I no longer feared for him. Some quiet certainty told me that not even those long, lethal claws would ever harm him.Still, when night fell, unease slithered over my skin like static.The wolf stirred. His muscles rippled beneath his fur, his body twitching with a restless energy that set my own nerves on edge.Chicken Nugget whined, pacing in circles, agitation bleeding from every step.I drew closer, careful to keep a measured distance."Hey... it's okay," I murmured, voice low, uncertain. "You're healing. Just-just breathe."But his body was anything but calm. His chest rose in jagged gasps, claws raked against the wood, and then-It

Fear

"Don't run."I sucked in a sharp breath, nearly choking on it as I stopped in my tracks while my eyes searched for my dog. The sound of his voice was nothing like I had expected. It wasn't merely human-it was commanding, velvety, with the faintest echo of something primal that refused to be tamed."You can talk," I stammered, my pulse hammering against my throat. "You- you're-"His head lifted slowly, every movement deliberate, as though even the smallest action carried the weight of his suffering. His gaze found mine again, piercing, unwavering."Not safe..." His words dragged like embers through smoke, heavy, warning. "...for you."I froze, my heart lurching painfully against my ribs. "What do you mean?" Chicken Nugget came cautiously to my side.He exhaled, wincing as he pressed a hand against his side. My bandages darkened faintly under the pressure of his fingers, but he did not seem to notice. Instead, he regarded me with a depth that made me feel stripped bare, as though he cou

Name

The man's breathing was shallow yet steady, each rise and fall of his chest both fragile and inexorable, like the tide dragged by some unseen moon. His red eye, wild and alien fastened upon me with such intensity that it felt as though the walls themselves fell away. The hiss of the IV drip in the corner was a small, clinical noise, but against the weight of his gaze, it sounded indecently mundane.I swallowed hard. The clinic suddenly felt too small, the air too thick. Antiseptic and candle wax mingled with another scent-richer, metallic, alive. His scent. It clung to the room, to my skin."You should have let the beast die," he repeated, breaking the silence when I did not give an answer.His hands fell to his side, his large body sinking into the blankets. "Fear will better serve you mortal."The words rolled out like low thunder-measured, deliberate, carrying not rage but something far heavier. Not regret. Not quite grief. My breath caught. I gripped the counter behind me as thou

Dangerous Patient

"Zevrael."I repeated it, letting the syllables ground me. The sound filled the room. The name felt old, weathered, like it had been carved in stone long before I was born and lost in time for it be used for the newborns of this age."Listen. I don't really get what's happening. But currently I think we are safe here. No one knows you're here except-"My gaze flicked toward Chicken Nugget, who had curled near the table like a tiny sentinel."Except us," I finished. "You can trust him, he won't say a word." I offered humour lightheadedly both for myself and the tense stranger.His gaze followed mine briefly, then returned, molten fire softening-not gentle, never gentle, but less storm, more tide. "Safety," he murmured, almost to himself. "Such a fragile word, when spoken by mortals."I bristled, a spark of defiance against the weight of his disdain. "You're not the only one with teeth. I'm not just going to stand by, I took self defence-"He moved. So fast, so fluid, my heart lurched.

Shadows

I had closed the clinic, shifted all the in-patients to my mother's clinic while lying of catching a fever, bought in a week's worth of supplies to satisfy my paranoid mind and tried to leave Chicken Nugget at my parents house.Tried.Because he was currently curled up on my sofa while I examined the man recovering in my clinic who had not spoken to me for over 20 hours.By the third night, the change was undeniable. At first, it was subtle, so subtle I told myself I was imagining it. The hollowness beneath his high cheekbones. The faint quiver in his hands when he shifted his weight. I hovered with instruments around him, checked his fever, pressed the back of my hand to his brow like some nervous novice. But the truth gnawed at me, unrelenting.It was not sickness. It was not weakness.It was hunger.When I placed the tray beside him-bread, broth, tender chicken, it had softened until it fell apart beneath the spoon-he only regarded it with eyes too bright, too restless.The steam

Scars of the Past

It was while I redressed his wounds that I first noticed it.The gash was jagged, angry, and ancient in appearance. It slashed diagonally across his chest, cutting through the sculpted planes of muscle like a scar etched in defiance of time. Unlike the claw marks that had already begun to fade, or the fresh tears of flesh I had stitched with shaking hands, this wound was different-older, unnatural, deliberate. It seemed almost alive beneath my fingers separated by gloves, ridged and raw in a way that made my skin prickle."This one," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as if speaking louder would summon something dark into the room. My hand hovered, then, despite every rational instinct, brushed lightly over the ridged flesh. The warmth of his skin beneath was startling. I froze, caught between awe and fear, my pulse hammering like a drum in my ears. "What caused it?"Zevrael's body stilled beneath my touch. And in his breathing I could hear the faintest hitch that made my stomach c

You belong to Him Now

That night, sleep brought no peace even as Chicken Nugget lay by my side offering his warmth and snuggles.Every time I rose from sleep in between hours of interval, I had an inkling of experiencing the same dream over and over again.And by the time I had fallen into deep sleep around three in the morning, this particular dream stabilised into a world unfolded in shadows and silver light, a forest stretching endlessly in all directions. The air was thick with damp earth and the smell of pine, but it carried something else-an unnameable scent, wild, and magnetic. My bare feet pressed into the soft moss, each step swallowed as though the forest itself were conspiring to hold me in place.From the darkness, a shape emerged-massive, elegant, terrifying. Crimson eyes pierced the dimness, luminous and aware. Not a man, not yet. But not merely a wolf either. Zevrael. The predator I had stitched together, the creature I had seen dissolve into man, now took form in the wild. His fur shimmered

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