Dream last night.

The man across from us began speaking about monsters, but not in a horrible way. The word monster referred to the creatures of nightmares, but did not condemn any of them, did not claim them to be evil, only powerful. A reference to respect and power. I grinned, being a monster myself, wondering what kind of monster he thought I was, we were.
I ran to my Master and nibbled his neck, and embraced him. We were there together, talking to this other person, who had a sense of leadership to him.

I know what kind of monster you are. You're a wolf.
How did you know?
I saw the gleam in your eye when you spoke. You were ready for the gore and violence, you enjoy it.


Then the ones with him changed as well. They were also wolves. They wanted me, to own me for their group. I stepped aside, I told my master to stay back, that they wouldn't hurt me, but they might hurt him. He allowed me to handle it.

I stepped forward but did not change or allow them to circle me. They made advances one at a time and I fought them off with my bare hands. The obvious leader of this group, but not the man we had spoken with before, was the last to approach and the others were all knocked down, at least for the moment. Then the man told him not to attack, but to seduce. He changed back, and I backed away. They kept calling me pup, or little one, to try and anger me, force a change, get into my head, but I stood, small and strong, almost stocky, confident in myself, their wolves up to my shoulders.
My master sent electricity to my body as the pack leader came close to me. It was one I was used to but still hurt. I didn't flinch but it took me a moment to get my bearings with it. He moved to my side and put his hands on my hips. The electricity surged through me, but he didn't pull away. He whispered to me, moved close, tried to get me to open up. They wanted to breed, I could be certain now. Their whole group was male. And they were on their feet again. His arm was around my waist as the electricity got stronger. I glanced to my master, I can take it. But the shock did not make him pull away. His trainer must be harder on him. He grabbed my neck and pulled my hair, making my mouth open, pushed a stick in between my teeth. When he tried to kiss me, I saw it, the older man shot him with a energy gun, but not electricity because it didn't go through me as well. It tore him away from me and arched his back before he was able to compose himself.