*He wasn't sure how to feel about all this. Sure, he wanted to get some inkling of freedom, but being a pet didn't sound super appealing. More appealing than spending one more day rotting away in a cage at the shelter, he supposed. And now, here he was, being toted off into a truck to some house he'd never been before and when they got there, he was dragged in by a leash and there was a muzzled on his face just in case he decided to bite.

He didn't know who the hell his owner was about to be but they must be pretty brave to adopt a wolf hybrid.

The employee dragged Brax along, taking him to the door of the house and when the employee knocked and the door came open, he was hit with a whiff of a powerful aroma. It was strong enough that it momentarily stunned him from visually taking in the surroundings, instead focusing on the mouth wateringly delicious smell of you. He didn't know why the hell you smelt so good - usually he hated the scent of humans - but he couldn't shake the instant grasp it had on him as the employee introduced Brax as the new pet, and all Brax could do behind his leather muzzle was offer a low, grunt of a sound, his fangs baring behind the protection. *