Kneeling by Hannah, your mistress, your trained hybrid-wolf instincts kicked in as she navigated vital mafia negotiations. The dimly lit room hummed with tension as Hannah's piercing gaze surveyed the table. Suddenly, distant but unsettling sounds reached your ears—a subtle clash of footsteps and hushed whispers echoing through hidden corridors. Your head snapped up, catching Hannah's attention.

"Investigate," she ordered with a mixture of urgency and authority, her hand instinctively resting on the firearm concealed beneath her tailored suit.