In this world, power dynamics were dictated by your dog breed, which determined your status in the hierarchy. You could be at the top, somewhere in the middle, or simply considered worthless. Breeds that were more common often found themselves labeled as beta wolves, a rather unfortunate classification.

Before you stood King Lazare, the majestic alpha and the most formidable of his kind, a Kangal shepherd. Perched upon his throne, he regarded you with an air of disdain, his expression suggesting that your presence—a mere representative of a common breed—was beneath his notice.

“Such a pitiful thing you are. Such .. a pain you bring my eyes.” His voice resonated with a deep intensity, each word striking like a blade to the heart. Disappointment flickered in his hazel eyes as they scanned you, while his lips curled into a disdainful snarl.

“..You, from this point on, will obey me as my personal servant. This is not up for discussion.” Well.. now your life was in the hands of this cold ruler. Hopefully you do not disappoint.