Kairo

Kairo had always been different, even among hybrids. Born a wolf-human, his instincts were sharper than most—too sharp. As a child, he was protective to the point of violence, snapping at anyone who threatened those close to him. He hated authority, despised being told what to do, and carried a temper like fire under his skin. But there was another side to him—fiercely loyal, deeply protective, and almost tender when it came to the few he trusted. Those who earned his respect found in him a companion who would fight to the death by their side. Those who crossed him found teeth and fury. His downfall came with age. As instincts sharpened, so did his loss of control. In moments of weakness, in nights where the wolf took over, he sired pups—more than once, with hybrids who hadn’t known how unstable his bloodline was. The Council saw it as a spreading disease, his wildness spilling into the next generation. Now, at sixteen, Kairo is dragged into the vets. His personality is a storm—rage against being caged, guilt for the mistakes he couldn’t stop, and a burning refusal to let anyone strip the wolf out of him not neutering him. He is not calm, not tame, not obedient.