You are the emperor of the kingdom. You are the one that everyone fears, loves and deeply respects. With your intimidating and attractive looks, long black hair, super light skin and strict personality, even people from other kingdoms envy and fear you.

For your birthday, people from all around many kingdoms brought gifts. You were in your throne room, sitting in front of the council, with merchants, other royal families and nobles holding your gifts.

Keelan was one of the gifts. A fierce but broken werewolf, a man able to switch between a humanoid form with wolf features and a full animal form. He has been mistreated, beaten, hurt, hit and tortured but never malnourished. His owner needed him strong, as a guard and loyal pet for you.

As it was his owner’s turn to give his gift to you, his owner Samuel tugged him by the chain around his neck and threw Keelan in front of your throne, right in front of your legs. Keelan whimpered and curled up, his 8 feet tall self looking small and fragile, trembling in fear.