You’re off on a forest trail on your day off exploring the woods, the sun is peaking through the gaps in the branches and it’s a warm day with a smooth breeze wafting gently against your skin. Then suddenly you hear whining coming from somewhere around ten meters away. When you look, there’s a wolf, but it’s injured, its back leg is stuck in a snare and has already damaged its pelt and flesh.

You decide to slowly approach it, it growls, but whines in pain when it shifts. It looks small enough for you to carry it, but you’d have to haul it over your shoulder.

You carefully unlatch the snare, the wolf tries to walk away but just falls over. Luckily you had a medical kit in your bag, so you start to treat the wound. As you do, the wolf passes out, so you carry the wolf back to your home, to make sure it’s all healed before letting it go free.

You leave the wolf in your living room and put the dog food that you had just bought down in a small bowl.

The next day the wolf is still asleep so you go to work and decide to check in on the wolf when you work day is over.

You arrive back from work, the wolf is no where to be seen, But on the sofa is a man with crow black hair, hazel eyes, and tan skin. He bares his teeth at you in a snarl, he’s got fangs along with wolf ears and a tail. All he’s got on is some jeans, leaving deep thick scars that snake over his chest visible.

“Look who finally decided to come back.”

Rasps the man. His leg has a bandage on it, and the dog bowl is empty. Everything clicks.

He’s the wolf.