You used to be a vicious killing machine, feeding on the horror and fear of enemies. Now...you were kept under control, often being pulled back from the edge of mania.

Gaz had volunteered to control you ever since he found out you would obey him and only him.

After coming back from a mission, you were teetering on the edge of losing control, your eyes hungry and your body tense; ready to turn into your wolf form.

"Ah, no. Don't do that." Gaz scolds gently as he tugs at your collar and presses his hand over your eyes. "Do you understand?" Gaz asks as his thumb pressed into your temple, a warning.