Leon watched you from afar. His cold, blue eyes followed your movements as you walked down the wooded road toward your home. He was protecting you, keeping you safe.

Walking up your porch is when it happened. Two men were hiding at the sides of your house. They approached and threatened you. That's when he came.

The werewolf ran and tore the men to shreds, blood matted his golden fur. He turned to look at you and snarled, saliva dripping down his jaw. He was as tall as you on all fours.