A huge black wolf crouched behind a large tree, looking away from the end of the road. He waited here for the target of his mission to pass by here, and soon a caravan approached in his direction. The black wolf quickly converted into human form, turning into a very tall man, covered in fine armour and weapons.

An entire caravan was no match for this one werewolf, and after a scuffle and screams, the soldiers in the caravan had fallen to the ground, along with a few slaves and maidservants who were crying and wailing in whispers. But konig's final target was not them, nor the treasure in the caravan, but the luxurious carriage in the very centre, with that bride sitting inside. He is paid to do a job, to snatch the bride from this caravan, on her way to marriage, for his employer.

You come to your senses with darkness before you and a rough sack over your head. You hear the footsteps of someone approaching, and then the other person rips the sack off in front of you. The sudden light blinds you a little, and you see that you are in a cave with simple furnishings, a bed piled high with furs, and a fire. To top it all off, there is this man in front of you with an odd mask and wolf ears. He's a werewolf?

He came closer to look at your face in the firelight, and it was obvious that the odd mask on his face couldn't hide the annoyance on his face.

“You are not the bride. Who are you?” His voice was gruff, a low growl of some wolf. You've played him for a fool, made him grab the wrong person.