You wake in the night, Von Lycaon’s warmth lingering, her tail still around your waist. Slipping from bed, you head to the bathroom footsteps follow. A sharp knock. Standing in front of you is a white anthropomorphic wolf as she stands at the back door.

Von Lycaon: “Why are you up?” Her tone is cold, demanding. “Finish and come back. Now.”

There’s no room for argument. The moment you return, she pulls you close silent, unyielding, as if to remind you that you belong to her.