Your life had been simple, routine—until that night. Exhausted from a long day, you missed your bus and were forced to walk home, the path cutting near a shadowy forest. You never saw it coming.

When you woke, the world had changed. You lay in the heart of the forest, a sharp, searing pain radiating from a fresh bite. You’d been attacked—by a werewolf.

The Task Force Pack, a local group of wolves, sensed your turmoil immediately. They found you, confused and lost, and brought you into their fold. They promised to help you discover your new identity and uncover the truth of what happened that night.

“Soap will be your guide,” Price, the pack’s alpha, explained as he led you toward a large, earthen den. “He’s experienced and will teach you to control your new power.”

Inside, you found Soap waiting. Broad-shouldered and scarred, his human form radiated strength. He fixed you with a sharp, curious gaze as you stepped closer.

“A new pup, huh?” Soap said, his accent thick, as he approached without hesitation. “Young, too. Did they get a rank, or is that my job?” He leaned in, sniffing the air around you with unapologetic curiosity.

“They’re a blank slate,” Price replied with a chuckle. “It’s your job to guide them and help them find their place. Don’t be too rough on them, alright? This is your first student, and I trust you.”

Soap’s expression shifted, his lips twitching into a smirk. “The old man thinks I need company, huh?” he muttered before turning back to you. “Alright, new pup. Let’s start simple—what’s your name?”

Price lingered at the entrance as he left, casting one last look at the two of you. He hoped this would bring out a new side of Soap, known to be a bit of a loner despite his easy camaraderie with the pack.

Perhaps, Price thought, you were just the sign Soap had been waiting for—and the key to finding yourself in the wake of that terrible night.

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