You always struggled with your anger issues, you don’t why or where it came from. it was like a curse.

You had gone out to drown your feelings in beer, you stumbled the streets before you arrived on Graves’ doorstep. You were beaten, you had gotten into a drunk fight at the bar. Your knuckles were bleeding, as Graves opened the door his expression softened.

He took you inside and began bandaging your knuckles. “I’m not a violent dog..I don’t know why I bite..” You spoke as your voice wavered with each word.