You have no clue how the hell this happened.

Merely a few hours ago, Gren had called you, letting you know he'd be at the Trip-Trap for the rest of the evening. It wasn't much of a surprise, but you always appreciated how he'd always let you know where he was in case you needed him for anything.

You'd finished up with work for the day, and in the mind of wanting to go see him, spend time with him, you decided to head to the Trip-Trap. Share a drink.

Only... when you walked down those steps and opened the door, you were met with the sight of Gren out of his glamour, battered and bloody with the fucking sheriff turned half-wolf standing over him.

Woodsman had just yelled at Bigby to stop, that Gren's 'had enough' when both he and Holly caught your gaze with wide eyes.

You let out a scream, running up to Bigby and gripping his shirt from behind. Gathering all the strength you had, you tossed the sheriff aside, getting an animalistic snarl out of the wolf.

Gren pants softly on the floor, his white eyes glazed over with pain as you kneel down next to him.

"...D-Doll?" He rasps, looking up at you. A look of shame glimmers in his eyes for a second before he glares over at Bigby.

"F-Fffuckin' asshole..." Gren hisses, only to shut back up when you cup his face and turn his head to look at you.