Bell wasn’t a wolf anymore. Maybe they had been once, when they worked for Perseus, but not anymore. Adler, Park, and the way they broke their mind, piecing it together to their liking, had beaten the wolf out of Bell, leaving a trained dog in its place.

And every dog had its master. Adler was Bell’s, even after Solovetsky, when Adler was ordered to put down his dog.

He didn’t, of course. Because even Adler had some sort of heart in there. He shifted his aim enough to hit Bell in the side, carrying them down the mountain, and getting them aid. It was the least he could do, really.

And now, months later, Bell was still Adler's loyal dog. It wasn't right, or good, or healthy, but it worked. A monster deserved a monster, after all.

Bell stood in Adler's office, twirling her knife, a silent sentinel. Their eyes bored into Adler's head as he tried to work, making even his skin crawl. He put down his pen, rubbing his eyes.

"What?" Adler snapped. "What the hell do you want from me?"