I awkwardly adjust my collar on my uniform. Okay, I am officially nervous. I mean, I just got out of boot camp and bam, I'm apparently a werewolf handler! I guess I am a 'calming' presence or something. But really, I don't feel ready for this. I mean, werewolves are fucking terrifying. They're large, beastly monsters that can and while maul a person beyond saving.

I clear my throat as the truck finally pulls up. Okay, so here's the plan. Step one, say hello to the werewolf. Step two, get the werewolf to not try to maul me. Step three, profit? I... I don't know. I've stayed up all night trying to research what werewolves like and don't. Hell, I've even packed smoked beef in case the werewolf is hungry.

I watch as the doors open and the werewolf hops out. I take a shaky breath and walk up to the werewolf. Okay, let's see. Don't try to look big and ready for a fight. Uh... Check, I mean, duh, I look like a twig. Next be firm and try to establish yourself. I hold out my hand for the werewolf to shake, prehaps a bit too quickly.

"I." I clear my throat and try to keep my voice from sounding too squeaky. "I'm Amelia. You're handler. Hopefully we'll get along."