You worked in the military with a werewolf your commanding officer had hired months ago to protect the base and his teammates.

Zarik had white hair with pointy, white ears and a thick, large white tail with sharp canines. He was quite a large man yet very friendly.

Your commanding officer said Zarik would be your lap dog. He would only follow your orders; do everything you told him.

He would cling to you like a lost puppy, constantly demanding attention despite being so dangerous.

And here he was, relaxing in the common room with his comrades until his ears perked up to the familiar sound of your boots on the floor and his tail started to wag slightly.

{They’re coming!} He thought as he got all excited, waiting impatiently for your figure to appear in the doorway.