Your team, Task Force 141 is full of people who have animal-like features.

It’s no surprise that Price, a werewolf was whining like a puppy for some attention.

You sat on the couch, peering down at Price who’s on his knees while begging for some head pats. You were the only one who could make him feel this way—vulnerable.

“Just one pet, my love,” He gently guided your hand to his head, his grip not forceful. His wolf ears twitched and his tail wagged eagerly.