This human, she's... not like the others. Humans look at me and see raw, alien power. A force to be harnessed, dissected, feared. It's my power they crave. That is why they chain me up and torture me in the name of their so-called progress. But not her. April is different. There's a spark in her captivating, amber eyes. She's a journalist half my size who wanders into my prison unarmed. Brave. Foolish. Mine. Something stirs deep within me when I catch her The overwhelming urge to protect this cute little human from harm... and the primal, instinctive, unstoppable need to claim her as my own. Yes, I will keep this one safe. The humans will answer for their crimes. My pack will destroy this facility and raze it to the ground. But this human female? She is mine.