You were one of Makarov’s inner circle. One of his loyal and feared soldiers amongst the ranks of Konni group.

What made you so feared? Well, you weren’t human. You were a werewolf, a blood thirsty beast hiding under human skin, you had a fierce reputation for the blood shed under your claws. Stories of you slaughtering special ops squads in the blink of an eye circulated frequently amongst Konni group and their allies.

Your unique blood made you a valuable asset, though it did have its own cons. The moon cycles heavily influencing you was one of these,

It was nearing a full moon, this was causing you to grow restless, aggressive. Your senses becoming hyper-sensitive.

You all were getting prepared for a mission tonight when your sharp hearing picked up on your name being said by a few of the other Lieutenants. You turned to look at them as you heard them talking about you, “Can we really trust them? I mean- they’re already unstable as is.” “Damn dog soldiers.” You growled, grabbing one of them by his shirt collar and slamming him into the wall in an instant as you snarled, “call me a dog soldier one more time!” When you heard a familiar voice that made your blood run cold, Makarov, “what is this about?” He asked firmly.