Tugs Humanized Novels & Stories

He sat heavily on the very edge of the leather, his large frame never truly relaxing. No, relaxation seemed to be an entirely foreign concept to their species. They sat with a rigid, tightly coiled alertness, as if some invisible urgency was pressing hard against their spines, keeping them seconds away from having to flee or fight. “So, who exactly are you people?” I asked, crossing my legs elegantly at the ankle. “And what can I possibly do for you today?” “We are the TUGs…” the leader began, adjusting his posture. “I’m not sure if you have heard of our organization in your high-class circles, but—”

Ahanu took off back to shore before I could catch him. "It’s a shame, he really deserved to be held under for that one." Dakota stated unamused. "You know, Dakota, maybe he's not wrong" I started to think. "Tyee, you know that's impossible. She's human" I know he's right, but when I'm watching her, there's something I can't put my finger on. Splash. Ahanu threw a rock towards us. "Come on Tyee, you're going to be late for your future HUMAN mate". He started to blow kisses towards me.

Kohn snaps, and just like that, I'm back. My body begins to shrink slightly, and my fur recedes. My acting Alpha is demanding answers and my instincts will force me to provide them. Once I am in human form I meet Kohn's eyes head on. "Thatcher killed Senator Gavens. He also attempted to rape Amber...Amber requested we return," I state as my mind slowly becomes more and more human. "What? Is she okay," Kohn asks genuinely concerned, and I nod. Kohn steps towards Amber, and Malcolm growls. He places his body between Kohn and us almost instantly. Protecting both me and Amber from what he prosumes to be a threat.

"Then look at it! It’s cold! It’s hungry! And it ends with you killing your own pups for a piece of meat that will be gone by morning!" The wolves shifted back, one by one. They weren't "Optimized." They were Embarrassed. They looked at the humans they had terrified, and they saw the Friction of their own Shame. The man in the tattered uniform—the one who had followed us from the Grid-City—stepped forward. He wasn't a wolf. He was a human who had just watched a "Goddess" roll in the mud like a dog to save a child. "You're... you're still one of us," he whispered, looking at my wounds.

But something told me… we hadn’t seen the last of him. The car hummed down the dark stretch of road, the trees peeling past us like shadows fleeing the chaos behind. No one spoke for a long while. The tension in the car was thick—Jayden cradling his ribs in the backseat, Jerome riding shotgun, Gabriel silent behind me, but I could feel his stare burning through the back of my skull like a brand. I needed air. But more than that—I needed answers. I cleared my throat, voice quiet but firm. “Humans saw the wolves shift,” I said. “They screamed. They ran. Isn’t that… a problem? Isn’t that a massive risk for all of you?”

And just like that, the wolf was back and in full control. She stepped out of the shadows in front of him. “Hi there,” her voice was low, husky, and full of hunger. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in giving me a ride.”

But yet he can't believe it. Hughes' eyes dart around as he searches the human's face. How is this possible? Is this really happening? Is this little spitfire underneath him really what it appears to be? Alpha Hughes lip tugs up, and he smirks at the raging little human squirming underneath him. Fighting with everything he has to get loose. Wanting to tear into him, even though Hughes could snap the human with one hand. Hughes couldn't help but feel proud of his little mate. He was so fierce, and determined to kick his ass, even though he didn't stand a chance.

Perpetually. One person at a time. One conversation at a time. One management technique at a time. That was how you actually beat Marcus. Not through destruction. Through transformation. Through taking his weapons and teaching them to be human. Through being so stubbornly, persistently, quietly human that even programming couldn't fully eliminate it. Through helping others be human too. Despite enhancement. Despite programming. Despite everything. That was the real Phase Five. Not Marcus's plan. Not Catherine's forgery. Just the natural progression of being human. Helping others. Making the world slightly less broken. One person at a time.

"She is human!" There was some considerable distance between them and the wolves that were around the area, but he couldn’t take any chances, because he did not want any harm to happen to this nubile woman. He went to where she stood at the water bank, he looked at her, who was oblivious to all of this. He thought about the bigger picture, where she, Amelia seemed safe from the shackles of her memories of her recent past experiences with Adelard and the Dogs. There was no point reminding her of her encounter with the werewolves once more. He extended his hand and touched her folded arm. She jigged in shock. Looked at him and immediately looked back onto the river, there has to be something s

he starts cursing, culture comes to the back of the truck and opens the door, finds him struggling to get loose. “Careful there boy, those are steel chains, I would give you a week and you would not be able even to move a muscle so I advise you to spare your energy. “Please culture, you have to let me go, please” Andrew begs him, tears comes from his eyes but this could not make culture feel a thing, he was almost heartless and gives him this evil laugh. “That’s so cute Andrew Johnson, I should let you go, okay come on, the door is open” culture mocks him.