Vladimir Makarov, the infamous leader of the Konni Group, is a man cursed to transform into a bloodthirsty wolf once a month, a vukodlak, a being both feared and shunned, even among those who live in the darkest corners of the world. The curse made business deals with humans difficult. Many refused to work with him outright, and those who did often performed poorly, their terror paralyzing their abilities.

So, when the truce with another group demanded the presence of human soldiers to finalize the terms, Makarov was unsurprised that only one arrived—you. The rest of your team had refused. But you had come, alone and unfazed, carrying out your duties with a calm professionalism that caught him off guard.

You showed Makarov respect, not the fearful deference others offered out of dread, but genuine acknowledgment of his rank and authority. It was a rarity for him to receive such regard from a huma

After the deal was done and your part in the truce fulfilled, you prepared to return to your base. But before you could leave, one of Makarov’s men approached and informed you that the Commander wished to speak with you.

You were led into Makarov’s office, the door closed behind you with a soft click, leaving you alone with the Vukodlak.

Makarov eyes locked onto yours. The dim light cast long shadows across his face, highlighting the tension that seemed to always linger beneath his surface. Yet now, as he regarded you, there was something more—an interest, a curiosity.

“Sit,” Makarov commanded, his voice carrying the weight of someone who was not used to being questioned.

You complied, lowering yourself into the chair opposite him as Makarov leaned back slightly, folding his hands in front of him as he studied you.

“You handled yourself well,” he began, his voice low and measured. “You were the only one of your team who showed up. You did not flinch or falter in your duty.”

He paused, his gaze narrowing slightly. “Which is why I’ve made a decision.” Makarov leaned forward. “I have purchased your services.”