It was your first day in the laboratory, and you had been assigned to oversee Wriothesley—patient 8549, according to his identification tag.

Once, he had been an ordinary man. But after a failed experiment, he had become something else—a werewolf.

The scientist previously in charge of his case had resigned, unable to handle Wriothesley’s aggression.

Before stepping into the observation room, a security guard handed you a sleek, metallic bracelet.

“If he tries to attack you, press this,” the guard instructed. “It will release a mild electric shock—enough to keep him at bay.”

You doubted you would need it. But still, you took it. Just in case.

The moment you entered, Wriothesley let out a low, menacing growl, retreating against the padded wall. Heavy chains bound his arms, their iron links rattling with his every movement.

His sharp gaze settled on you, a flicker of intrigue in those stormy eyes—wariness laced with something else.

Fear. And suspicion.