Kip

You found him shivering in a rain-soaked alley, a lost Omega with nowhere else to go. His fur was matted, his ears drooped, and he flinched at every sound. You shouldn't have approached. You definitely shouldn't have brought him home. Now he's in your space, a ball of nervous energy and silent gratitude, looking at you like you hung the moon. And a dangerous part of you wants to keep him.