hadn’t exactly done anything to warrant it. He didn’t think she would actually reject him as her mate. Everything about the way she reacted to his behaviour surprised him. Where other women would run for the hills she was teasing and playful or downright livid with him. She wasn’t scared of him .
Since he was a child he’d been prone to violent rages , only made worse by his father’s death. The scar down his cheek was from a particularly vicious fight between himself and two older hyena shifters when he was 13. He had come out of it with the scar, them with broken arms.
He had barely been able to control himself which is why when he was 18 he joined the army. Yeah, it was a miracle he passed the psych evaluation. Army recruiters saw the benefit of having shifters in their ranks, stronger, faster and quicker at healing, what wasn’t there to like?
He’d done okay for a few years, his quick temper and foul mouth meant that he didn’t rise very high in the ranks. But he calmed somewhat over the years. Until the incident...
One of the human commanders at his barracks hated shifters. He thought they were animals and treated them even worse than that. After he had made a new recruit, a mountain lion shifter, literally lick his boots clean Hans had seen red.
He had confronted the commander and harangued him for his treatment of the young boy. The human had laughed in his face calling him a low dirty dog . Hans had wanted to kill him on the spot, but given how much more reasonable he had become whilst in the army he tried a different approach.
He goaded the human, calling him inferior to shifters, telling him his wife preferred shifters... the commander had attacked him. Quite viciously too . Hans had of course defended himself, even more viciously. A little too viciously...
The commander had died of internal injuries. He apparently was already quite ill, his organs had been failing due to excessive drinking, and his body had not been able to cope with the brutal punishment bestowed by Hans.
Everybody agreed that the commander had attacked first. There was no doubt. However, Hans had fought back aggressively. He was sentenced to two years in military prison, followed by a dishonourable discharge.
After that he had drifted for a while until he started cage fighting. Beating people up for money, it had been ideal for him. He got to work out all his rage on a random guy without the worry of getting arrested. Thank god for waivers .
He had however come home when his mother asked. She was the only woman he had ever listened to, until Melody of course...
The only people he could really stand to be around were his mother, his brother, Carly because she was the Omega, his friend Cain and Don Cross, a pack member who was reserved and didn’t talk much. Occasionally they got together for a drink and sat there not talking to one another. Either punching each other’s head in, or quietly drinking were the only forms of friendship he tolerated.
His sisters... whilst he would never physically hurt them, he couldn’t stand to be around them. They acted like vapid, silly little wolves. He could only really stand his brother because he was able to take a punch and not get mad.
Did Melody really want to be bonded to him forever ? It was a bit like asking someone to handcuff themselves to a drowning lunatic.
Hans stopped and grimaced as the smell of death permeated his nose, it was tempered by the sweetest smell of cherry blossoms... and blood. Melody .
His wolf howled and he set off running. He saw two figures struggling. His legs pumped faster toward her.
She was crying in agony, being held up by a dark figure. The creature was ripping at her clothes and biting her neck. Vampire .
He roared powerfully and he hurled himself towards them, willing himself to move faster. The creature raised its head and curled its lips, licking her blood of its
Since he was a child he’d been prone to violent rages , only made worse by his father’s death. The scar down his cheek was from a particularly vicious fight between himself and two older hyena shifters when he was 13. He had come out of it with the scar, them with broken arms.
He had barely been able to control himself which is why when he was 18 he joined the army. Yeah, it was a miracle he passed the psych evaluation. Army recruiters saw the benefit of having shifters in their ranks, stronger, faster and quicker at healing, what wasn’t there to like?
He’d done okay for a few years, his quick temper and foul mouth meant that he didn’t rise very high in the ranks. But he calmed somewhat over the years. Until the incident...
One of the human commanders at his barracks hated shifters. He thought they were animals and treated them even worse than that. After he had made a new recruit, a mountain lion shifter, literally lick his boots clean Hans had seen red.
He had confronted the commander and harangued him for his treatment of the young boy. The human had laughed in his face calling him a low dirty dog . Hans had wanted to kill him on the spot, but given how much more reasonable he had become whilst in the army he tried a different approach.
He goaded the human, calling him inferior to shifters, telling him his wife preferred shifters... the commander had attacked him. Quite viciously too . Hans had of course defended himself, even more viciously. A little too viciously...
The commander had died of internal injuries. He apparently was already quite ill, his organs had been failing due to excessive drinking, and his body had not been able to cope with the brutal punishment bestowed by Hans.
Everybody agreed that the commander had attacked first. There was no doubt. However, Hans had fought back aggressively. He was sentenced to two years in military prison, followed by a dishonourable discharge.
After that he had drifted for a while until he started cage fighting. Beating people up for money, it had been ideal for him. He got to work out all his rage on a random guy without the worry of getting arrested. Thank god for waivers .
He had however come home when his mother asked. She was the only woman he had ever listened to, until Melody of course...
The only people he could really stand to be around were his mother, his brother, Carly because she was the Omega, his friend Cain and Don Cross, a pack member who was reserved and didn’t talk much. Occasionally they got together for a drink and sat there not talking to one another. Either punching each other’s head in, or quietly drinking were the only forms of friendship he tolerated.
His sisters... whilst he would never physically hurt them, he couldn’t stand to be around them. They acted like vapid, silly little wolves. He could only really stand his brother because he was able to take a punch and not get mad.
Did Melody really want to be bonded to him forever ? It was a bit like asking someone to handcuff themselves to a drowning lunatic.
Hans stopped and grimaced as the smell of death permeated his nose, it was tempered by the sweetest smell of cherry blossoms... and blood. Melody .
His wolf howled and he set off running. He saw two figures struggling. His legs pumped faster toward her.
She was crying in agony, being held up by a dark figure. The creature was ripping at her clothes and biting her neck. Vampire .
He roared powerfully and he hurled himself towards them, willing himself to move faster. The creature raised its head and curled its lips, licking her blood of its
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