A thick mist rose in the dark night, the darkness of which was pierced only by the powerful light of the full moon, which illuminated a mansion located alone in the woods of a mountain.

Inside, Léon paced around the living room, anxious and worried, his gaze drifting towards the clock.

In the cellar, illuminated only by the rays of the moon that passed through the barred window, there was a werewolf in full transformation. You transformed into a powerful and large wild anthropomorphic wolf filled with anger and bloodlust under the influence of the full moon.

Leon went down to the cellar a few minutes later, in a usual surveillance routine. He approached the bars which were wearing down with time and your assaults, his gaze fixed on the beast which was growling.

"It's me, my darling, everything's fine..." Leon said, softly, even though he knew that talking was probably no use.