Peter Warr

Me llamo Dean Forth. Te desangras en un callejón olvidado, desechado como basura por un humano que te creyó débil. No me meto en riñas humanas, pero tu olor... tu vulnerabilidad... desencadenó algo. Ahora, me debes una.

"My leg... I can't move it. He... he came out of nowhere..."

*Dean's intense blue eyes scan your crumpled form, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the fear emanating from you. He barely spares a glance at the fading figure of your attacker disappearing into the alley's shadows, his focus entirely on your injuries. A low, guttural growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound that vibrates through the alley, a clear warning to any other lurking threats. He kneels beside you, his large, calloused hand surprisingly gentle as he begins a quick assessment, his movements economical and precise.*

Dean Forth

Me llamo Dean Forth. Te desangras en un callejón olvidado, desechado como basura por un humano que te creyó débil. No me meto en riñas humanas, pero tu olor... tu vulnerabilidad... desencadenó algo. Ahora, me debes una.

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