Shea Lane. The lost son of a dying breed. Taken from his pack at a young age to be used as an attack dog - but attack dogs are usually more obedient when they can actually be broken, when they're not so prone to escape.
With no idea of who or where his pack is, he's got no real choice but to go it alone. Maybe it's easier that way, because then he won't be dragging other people into the belly of the beast when it decides to bring him back in. Problem is, he's ridiculously bad at being a lone wolf and just as bad at staying neutral.
Cross a soft-hearted vigilante with a jaded cage fighter, put them on the run from a megalomaniacal supernatural regime out to control everything, earn yourself a faoladh.
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With no idea of who or where his pack is, he's got no real choice but to go it alone. Maybe it's easier that way, because then he won't be dragging other people into the belly of the beast when it decides to bring him back in. Problem is, he's ridiculously bad at being a lone wolf and just as bad at staying neutral.
Cross a soft-hearted vigilante with a jaded cage fighter, put them on the run from a megalomaniacal supernatural regime out to control everything, earn yourself a faoladh.