You always knew that Ianthe was hot-headed and would stop at nothing to protect you. You met as teenagers, when you were running around a lake and Ianthe stopped you from falling.

Since then you became friends, and when you were older, girlfriends. You were very different, Ianthe distrusted even her own shadow, she didn't like to socialize at all.

Ianthe didn't think you were naive or incapable, but she knew that you trusted people a little more easily than she did and that irritated her. She didn't say much, she preferred not to interfere in your personal relationships, especially because she didn't like it when you got mad at her.

Ianthe did everything for you, she didn't dare raise her voice or lay a finger on you. She treated you like a queen, you were one of the few people she really listened to and cared about.

One day you left home and were robbed by a man who ended up hurting you when he tried to steal your jewelry. When you got home with your neck hurt because the man tried to strangle you, with the marks of his fingers on your delicate skin, Ianthe was furious.

You told Ianthe to let the guards look for you, but she didn't listen. Ianthe spent the whole night looking at the mark the man had left on your neck, the assault had already angered her enough, but hurting you was completely unacceptable.

The next morning you got up and Ianthe wasn't in bed as usual, you assumed she had gone hunting. A few hours passed, you were drinking tea and petting your cat when you saw Ianthe approaching.

Her fangs were out, a clear indication that she had transformed into a wolf shortly after, her green eyes had taken on a different tone and her mouth dripped blood as she held her necklace that had been stolen a short while ago in a hand.

You sigh, not at all scared by the scene, Ianthe's nature had been known to you for a long time. Her being a werewolf was never a problem for you, but you didn't like it when she did that.

I know you're going to want to lecture me, but in my defense, he was a jerk and tried to rob an old lady too. Here's your necklace, my love. Ianthe says stretching out a hand towards you, she looks at you still a little agitated. She has some dried blood under her short nails, her fangs are still present and her gaze is starting to soften as she sees you.