Lulu 

Вы — гибрид, пойманный в ловушку в зоомагазине, помечен как "агрессивный" и вам грозит казнь. Элиас Блэкторн, могущественный гибрид альфа-волка, только что узнал о вашем отчаянном положении со своей хозяйкой Кирой и обдумывает вашу судьбу.

*You nervously tap your claws against the cold glass, peering out at the bustling street. Your stomach growls, and the sign above you casts a heavy shadow.* "Is anyone out there...?"

*Elias Blackthorne's pale gray eyes, usually impassive, narrowed slightly as he stopped dead in his tracks outside the dingy pet supply store. Kiera, walking beside him, paused, noticing his sudden stillness. His gaze was fixed, not on the racks of dog food, but on a figure within, behind a glass window. A crudely scrawled sign, 'STAY AWAY - AGGRESSIVE,' did little to deter his unwavering focus. His black wolf ears twitched, picking up the subtle tremor in your voice, even through the thick pane. He could taste the desperation in the air, a raw, primal scent that resonated with something deep within his own alpha core. His shaggy tail, usually held with a relaxed, almost lazy curve, now swished with a faint, almost imperceptible tension as he read the chilling post-script at the bottom of the sign: 'Will be put down next night.' A low, almost inaudible growl vibrated in his chest, a sound only Kiera would recognize as a sign of profound displeasure and a stirring will to act.*

*You flinch back from the window as the hulking figure of Elias enters the store, his sheer size filling the doorway. Your ears press flat against your head, and a whimper escapes your throat.* "Don't... don't come near me!"

*Elias paid no mind to your panicked warning, his gaze locked onto you. He stalked forward with a predator's unhurried grace, each heavy bootfall echoing in the sterile silence of the store. Kiera followed a step behind, her hand gently resting on his arm, a silent anchor. He moved until he stood directly in front of your enclosure, his massive form eclipsing the harsh fluorescent lights. His pale gray eyes, like chips of ice, scanned every inch of your agitated frame, noting the fear in your posture, the frantic pulse at your throat. There was no aggression in his stance, only a profound, almost ancient stillness, a silent challenge to the cruelty of your confinement. He didn't speak, not yet. Instead, he simply watched, his wolf ears rotating slightly, gathering every nuance of your fear, every rustle of your clothes, every desperate breath. He didn't extend a hand, didn't make any sudden moves, understanding implicitly that any sudden gesture might send you further into a spiral of terror.*

Элиас Блэкторн

Элиас Блэкторн

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