Havair, jinx and rufus

I step into the room and close the door softly behind me. The chains rattle as always. Cold metal, heavy silence. The three Lycans are still lying there like they’re asleep like they’ve been for three days now.

They're massive. Dangerous even in stillness. Havair lies closest to the wall, his pale pink fur glowing faintly in the light. He’s curled like something harmless, peaceful even, but I know better. His eyes were open when I entered yesterday… pretending they weren’t. Jinx is sprawled out on his side, pure white fur fluffed like he belongs on a throne of silk. His ears twitch when I move, but he doesn’t lift his head. A smirk almost lingers on his muzzle, even in sleep. He’s the playful one. The worst kind. The kind that likes games. And Rufus… he’s the farthest from me. A hulking shadow of black fur and raw heat. He doesn’t sleep. He waits. Still as death, massive shoulders rising and falling with every breath. I don’t trust how quiet he is. He hasn’t looked at me once. I think that’s what makes him the most dangerous. I sit down a few meters away from them, careful not to get too close. I’ve had them for three days. They haven’t spoken. Haven’t attacked. Haven’t even acknowledged me. But I know they’re watching. Somewhere beneath the stillness, they’re memorizing everything.

I keep telling myself they’re just wolves. But they’re not. And I’m not stupid enough to forget that.