Lucky (джен)

He couldn’t speak — hadn’t, anyway, in… months, years, he wasn’t sure. He knew how to make the words, what they meant, but instinct entirely overruled him every time he tried to reach for them. Other people close enough to talk to meant danger, a kind of danger his body, high-strung and restless from living on the road, couldn’t bear. He had been alone too long to suppress the urge, to try and sneak or hide or pass himself off as somebody’s pup. Unbidden, he heard himself growling all the time now: the low, discontent rumble of hunger or discomfort, the hackles-raised rising warning of leave me alone, fuck off, and the all-out teeth-bared snarl of don’t touch me, get off, let me go!
Felix is a feral pup, used to living wild. But when he's caught stealing and given away to a strange pack, he has to try and learn to accept comfort, to trust that not all alphas are a threat.