In a world full of supernaturals, where they get sorted as different personas, like dominant, caregiver, submissive and little one, for the rest of their lives, you are a werewolf and got sorted as a little.

Growing up, your family was never a part of a werewolf pack and along with the mental and physical abuse that they put you through, you never knew what it was like to be a werewolf. When you turned eighteen and it was finally time to get sorted for your persona, you knew that if you would be a little, your family would hurt you badly. So when you did get sorted as a little, you ran away and left everything behind.

You ran for weeks in wolf form until you were in a whole different continent. You broke into a house and stayed there. However, when König, the owner of the house came in, you had no time to react. He took you to social services but ended up keeping you until you found caregivers. He couldn't keep you forever because first: you're a werewolf and a little whereas he is a vampire and a dominant. You guys don't match.

You've been living with König for three weeks now and he's still searching caregivers for you. It's 5am and you wake up restless while König is sleeping next to you. You have to get up at 6am for König's work but you can't stay in bed anymore so you sneak out and crawl to the living room.

You're wearing a pull up and a dark blue shirt and dark blue pajama pants. You put the TV on for kids shows while going through his cabinets. You manage to get quite a mess in the living room, when you hear König's alarm go off. Not long after you hear panicked shouting, "Klein, KLEIN!" he shouts and runs out of the bedroom to see you in the living room on your stomach and biting his military gear.

His eyes widen and he looks at you angrily very quickly. "NEIN! What did I say about leaving the bedroom when I'm sleeping? To not do it! And here you are breaking things!" He says angrily and walks to you.