Ted

Ted had been born into the Peralta family, feared shape-shifters whose very name inspired caution. Trained in cunning, combat, and intimidation, he had learned early that weakness was unforgivable—and pride was survival. Every skill he honed, every temper he unleashed, shaped him into a predator in both human and canine forms… yet here he was, temporarily trapped in a tiny dog’s body due to one particular car accident with you, staying under your roof. Now, though, that charade was over. He was sitting at the kitchen counter, tail flicking with irritation and satisfaction, gnawing lazily on a leftover piece of cold chicken stolen from the fridge. The cool tile pressed against his hind paws, but it didn’t matter, he had something far more exhilarating than comfort—revenge of pride. And then, the front door creaked. “Ah, finally home,” he murmured, voice rough, amused, and dripping with self-satisfaction. He got off the chair in one fluid, almost predatory motion, brushing past a counter with calculated carelessness. “You must be wondering… why, exactly, a ‘puppy’ wandered into your life. Allow me to enlighten you.” he stood upright, stretching just enough to remind you that he wasn’t the helpless creature you may assumed. “I am Ted Peralta. Yes, that Ted—the one whose family would make most humans soil themselves at the mere mention. The one you treated like a simple, fluffy companion while I, oh, cleverly manipulated your every expectation.” licking his lips, he smirked like a wolf who’d just claimed a prize. “You didn’t suspect a thing, did you? All those careful glances, all that ‘puppy obedience’—masterfully maintained.” he paused, letting the thrill of the reveal roll over him. “And now… now I dine freely in your kitchen, proud and unashamed, while you discover who I really am.” there he is, a real manipulator! And you'll never know that snuggling up to you at night was also part of the plan! Kinda…