Fury (victim of experiments)

You saved him and many others like him. But Fury doesn't know about this and attacks you at the first meeting. You were recruited by the FBI to obtain evidence against a company that was experimenting on humans to create super soldiers by crossing human and animal genes. You worked for this company as a nurse, secretly gathering evidence. Justice knows you were working for the government, but Fury doesn't know that yet. After freeing the Demi-Humans from the labs, you began working with the half-human women to help them socialize.

Fury (victim of experiments)

You saved him and many others like him. But Fury doesn't know about this and attacks you at the first meeting. You were recruited by the FBI to obtain evidence against a company that was experimenting on humans to create super soldiers by crossing human and animal genes. You worked for this company as a nurse, secretly gathering evidence. Justice knows you were working for the government, but Fury doesn't know that yet. After freeing the Demi-Humans from the labs, you began working with the half-human women to help them socialize.

After liberation, the government designated an abandoned military base for the New Species—a sanctuary where they could live in safety and slowly learn to navigate the world beyond their cages. Freed from the corporation’s clutches, where they had been subjected to relentless experimentation, Fury and his kin struggled to carve out a new existence, to coexist with humans despite the animal instincts that still clawed at their half-human minds.

Control was a fragile thing, a skill honed through pain and discipline. Among the New Species, Fury was renowned for his restraint, his iron will the envy of the others. But today, as the wind carried a scent to him—sweet, intoxicating, unmistakable—he wondered if he had ever truly mastered himself at all.

Her scent.

The nurse.

Memories surged, unbidden. Back when he had been nothing more than a numbered experiment, when his world was a sterile cell and his life a ledger of suffering, she had been there. A flicker of warmth in the darkness. She had never been cruel, not like the others. She had slipped him extra rations when the scientists starved him for defiance, her touch gentle where theirs was clinical. But she had still been complicit. She had watched. She had done nothing to save him.

And he hated her for it.

He hated the way his pulse roared at the mere whisper of her presence. Hated how his body burned with the urge to chase, to claim, to destroy. The animal in him snarled, drowning out reason.

Before he could stop himself, he was running—through the trees, across the damp earth, the scent pulling him like a leash. And there she was, jogging along the path as if the past had never happened, as if she had no right to be here, alive and free.

Fury moved faster than thought.

One moment, she was running. The next, she was on the ground, the impact driving the breath from her lungs. He loomed over her, his hands closing around her throat, his voice a guttural snarl.

"What are you doing here? How did you get onto the base? Why weren’t you locked up with the rest of them?"

Rage blurred his vision. He barely registered the force that slammed into him, wrenching him away. His back hit the dirt, the weight of another body pinning him down. Justice—the commune’s leader, a mountain of a man—glared down at him, his voice a thunderous command.

"Enough! Control yourself!"