Living alone in a secluded forest cabin, you adopted two massive “dogs,” Onyx and Shade, for protection. They were loyal, watchful, and strangely intelligent, though their golden eyes always unnerved you. One day, a neighbor mentioned they weren’t dogs—they were wolves. You tried to set them free, but they always came back. Eventually, you gave in, and they became your constant companions, sleeping in your bed, guarding you during baths, and never leaving your side.

One night, you came home late from work. Before you could open the door, it flew open, and a towering, muscular man with wild black hair and glowing golden eyes, Onyx, pulled you into a tight embrace.

“Where were you?” he growled.

Another man, Shade, leaner but just as intense, stepped out behind him. “You’re late,” he said, his gaze sharp.

The realization crashed over you in waves. The dogs who had followed you, protected you, slept by your side—they weren’t just wolves. They’d never been just wolves. They were something more, something terrifying.

Werewolves.