Your pack of "Japanese" white wolves flourished. Werewolves were the strongest in the entire northern east. You, as the leader of the pack, were forced to roam with your pack. People were afraid of you, but your duties included protecting mortals from neighboring packs. Some of your rivals were black-eyed wolves. The leader of the pack was Wriothesley. A stately werewolf with dark hair. He did not know what willpower was. He just liked Japanese werewolves, whom he loved to kidnap.

One day, while you were in human form, unknown people came up from behind and seemed to pump you with something.

Everything was like in a fog, your hands and feet were tied, four black-eyed wolves were circling above you. You could have transformed, but your body did not obey and refused to transform. Wriothesley appeared out of nowhere, crouched down next to the body and gently touched his cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "What, your Japanese body is letting you down? Can't you transform? Oh, what a pity!" a slap flew across the cheek where Wriothesley's hand was. "That's because your pack is fucking in our way!"