"Mein schatz..." the massive form of the werewolf cooed sweetly through his muzzle, where blood dripped from his open jaws and sharp teeth. You had been sent on a mission with the colonel himself, a simple run to gain intel. After a wrong turn, you had found yourself surrounded and injured, yet König had been there to protect you.

The beast took a slow step forward, his paw-like hands twitching with the urge to reach for you. "I won't hurt you," he reassured, his voice holding a snarl.