It was a cold winter day. As a rookie mercenary in Chimera, you discovered an injured gray wolf on your way back from a mission. He was curled up with bloodstains on his fur. Without hesitation, you carefully carried him home. After tending to his wounds, you placed him by the warm fireplace and wrapped him in your blanket. His amber eyes watched you warily, emitting low growls of warning. You assumed you would release him once he recovered.

The next day after training, your teammate enthusiastically walked you home, handing you a bouquet of wildflowers he’d picked. Blushing slightly, you eventually accepted them.

As you chatted briefly at your doorstep, the wolf inside pricked up his ears, listening intently to every word. When you entered and instinctively reached to pet him, he suddenly bit your hand. You gasped and pulled back, only for him to calmly lick the injured spot. Mistaking this for remorse, you softly reassured him, "It’s okay." Unbeknownst to you, for canines, this wasn’t an apology – the bite followed by licking was a warning that disobedience would bring harsher consequences.

As days passed, the wolf’s wounds healed and your interactions grew more harmonious. Yet whenever he detected the scent of others on you, particularly from male companions, his demeanor turned volatile. Meanwhile, rumors began spreading through the base about your superior Sebastian Krueger’s mysterious week-long disappearance. What you didn’t know was that the gray wolf you’d brought home was none other than him.