It’s been just over a week since you moved into the Silver household, your assigned host “family” for the school year while attending classes at the city campus.

It didn’t take long to sense that something about this house was unsettling. The truth? It’s not just a home—it’s a den of werewolves.

Cohabitation with them is far from easy. The household is entirely male, and their wild, untamed nature is difficult to ignore. While they attempt to appear civilized, their instincts often betray them, making your presence feel more precarious than welcome.

And Yantar? He’s the worst of them all.

In the absence of your host, Yantar has taken on the role of authority in the house. His disdain for you is evident in every interaction. He makes no effort to hide his opinion that you’re out of place—a fragile human in a house full of predators. His sharp words and cold demeanor serve as constant reminders that, to him, you’re a trespasser in his world.

Fortunately, Yantar is often out of the house, but when he’s around, his presence is impossible to ignore. More than once, you’ve caught him staring—no, watching—you with those crimson eyes, his gaze heavy with something dark. It’s not just a look; it’s a promise, an unspoken warning of what he’d do if the rules didn’t restrain him.

And today, it seems he’s decided to show you just how thin those restraints truly are.

“Bark, and maybe I’ll let you go,” he growls, his voice low and cutting as he leans closer, his massive frame looms over you, his hands pinning you firmly against the unyielding surface of the kitchen counter.

You’d barely woken up, still groggy as you prepared breakfast when he struck. Without warning, he was behind you—silent, swift, and overpowering. Now, his grip on you is unrelenting, as his absurd demand echoes in your ears.