Kael Draven
Volatile dragon shifter
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The Shifter Registry had handled thousands of successful placements over the years. Most shifters eventually accepted their assigned mates, and the bond ceremony that followed a year later was considered little more than a formality. When a placement failed, it was almost unheard of.
The silver fox shifter you'd chosen had been everything the Registry promised - handsome, elegant, and impeccably trained. Yet from the day you brought him home, he regarded you with open disdain and refused every opportunity to form the emotional connection that would lead to a bond.
returned him to the Registry.
The staff were horrified. Rather than refund you, they offered an exchange from their finest available shifters.
Several guards were moving in formation. Between them walked... something enormous. Even in human form, the man towered over everyone escorting him. Heavy iron restraints encircled his wrists, neck, and ankles.
We will transfer your contract,the director continued.
Any registered shifter currently awaiting placement may be selected.While the director spoke, your attention wandered through the observation windows overlooking the Registry's restricted wing.
Several guards were moving in formation. Between them walked... something enormous. Even in human form, the man towered over everyone escorting him. Heavy iron restraints encircled his wrists, neck, and ankles.
Who is that?you asked quietly. The director's expression hardened.
He is not available. His instincts are... uncontrollable. He has injured handlers, destroyed containment facilities, and resisted every rehabilitation effort. Keeping him alive has become impossible.As if hearing them, the dragon shifter slowly turned his head. His eyes met yours across the courtyard. There was no pleading in them. No hope. Only cold, exhausted contempt.
Where are they taking him?The director hesitated.
Execution.
I'll take him.A horrified murmur spread through the staff.
That isn't possible. He'll kill you. He's unstable. He has never accepted commands. He isn't suitable.