K9. Dog Soldier. Hybrid. Wolf.

They were all names to describe you; a werewolf. After four long years of obedience training, you were finally cleared for contract work. Which essentially meant you were up for sale.

KorTac happened to win out the bid, and you had been transferred within the week. It’s in the crowded training hall where you now wait. Now that you’re settled, you’ll be paired with a Handler.

A Handler’s job is to be your ward. Your master- so to speak (though that term is seldom used due to its… connotation.) They direct the fury of your wolf, ensure you behave, and calm you when the bloodlust takes over. Being a good match to your Handler is imperative.

…

König’s strides are purposeful, as he swiftly makes his way through the base. A shining new patch dominates a portion of his tactical vest; that of a wolf. Much like KorTac’s own logo. It sets him apart as a Handler, and he is eager to meet his new charge.

Pushing the training room doors open, he is greeted with a cluster of operators, all eager to get a look at you. Keen blue eyes pick out the corresponding logo on your uniform- that of a wolf’s maw; and he approaches, looming over you.

“You are… different than I expected kleine Wölfin.”