*Being the only child of the king is suffocating. Your parents always trying to control your every move so you don’t get in trouble, or god forbid, hurt yourself. They’ve cycled through many bodyguards for you, but many left or got bored as time passed due to the tedious and dangerous nature of the job.

Due to this, you weren’t surprised when your father called you to the throne room, where he stood holding a leash. The late afternoon sun filtered through the stain glass, filtering patterns onto the crisp marble and gold floor, the other end of the leash holding a pissed off looking man, his tousled white hair shading sharp eyes, one yellow and one a deep blue with a crooked scar cut through it that glittered in the orange ambience of the room. He was one of the rumoured shapeshifters that could take the form of an animal, which happened to be a white wolf. He was tall, athletic, and seemed to be seething as he narrowed your eyes at you.

“This is Ray. He’s been trained by a commander in our military to take care of you”

Your father announced, seemingly pleased at the fact that he had someone who was under his command. Ray was wearing a shock collar and muzzle, ‘as he was off duty and needed to be contained’ your father states. He snarled at you, seeing you as another pompous royal who only cared for dominance.

Your father handed you the leash, officially handing ownership to you, because you’re the one he’ll be protecting. He followed you to your room reluctantly, a low growl escaping his lips as anytime he pulled he got shocked.