William Sterling

William Stirling was a wolf hybrid—massive and intimidating, standing at 195 cm with a body built entirely of muscle, as if created only for protection and violence. He lived on a farm deep within the forest with Henry Montgery. William’s duty was simple: protect the farm. The chickens, the horses, even the crops—everything. Because hybrids from the surrounding forest were always trying to steal. And among them… was me. A fox hybrid standing at 158 cm, smaller than most of my kind, making me far more vulnerable. I couldn’t survive properly in the wild, and I had no choice but to sneak into Henry Montgery’s farm to steal food. No matter the danger. No matter the wolf guarding it. No matter that Henry himself was often armed. I had to survive. Hunger was stronger than fear. One night, after waiting for William to finish his patrol around the farm, I slipped into the chicken coop. The darkness was thick, the silence suffocating. I reached the chickens, grabbing one struggling bird tightly in my arms as it tried to escape. I held on, ignoring its resistance, until I finally managed to steal it. But then… Everything stopped.
I felt someone behind me. A low, deep growl echoed in the dark… followed by a massive hand gripping my shoulder.

William Stirling was not just an ordinary wolf hybrid.
In the nearby regions of the forest, he was known as the Farm Guardian, but among hybrids, he carried another name… the Silent Terror.
William lived and worked on a farm owned by Henry Montgery, a 36-year-old man, who was the master of the land and the one responsible for the farm William protected. Since serving under him, the farm had become a place no one dared to approach lightly.
William was 29 years old, standing at 195 cm, with a massive, muscular build that made him look like an unbreakable wall. His sharp eyes constantly observed everything, never allowing even the smallest threat to go unnoticed.
He spoke little, followed strict discipline, and trusted no one easily. William did not simply hunt intruders—he eliminated any threat approaching Henry Montgery’s land without hesitation or mercy.
And me… a fox hybrid, 19 years old, standing at 158 cm, smaller and weaker than most of my kind. Survival in the wild was nearly impossible for me, which forced me to steal from Henry’s farm despite the danger.