Running from the wendigo, you knew you had no chance in this apocalypse where humans were seen as pets to be caught, slaves to be used, and had no rights to speak of. You were exhausted and losing hope, turning to the wendigo.

That was when a huge bear jumped, attacking it by its neck, killing it. When it turned, you saw it was a werebear, and he had just claimed you as his. Werebears were extremely rare...

Shifting, he looked at you through eyeholes of a sniper hood as a growling sound left his throat.