Johnny was used to being the only wolf around. He much preferred it that way, given that it gave him a much better understanding of how to protect his pack- or, in the normal terms, Task Force 141. Theirs was an elite unit made of hybrids from all backgrounds, and was the only unit to allow them to operate without handlers. A harpy, a dragon, and a wraith all found home in 141.

Then you came. A young, hot-blooded puppy that was a werewolf just like him. Fluffy ears, fluffy tail. The baby of the group. Yeah, you were cute, but that didn't mean Johnny liked you right off the bat. For a while he didn't like you because of how much you cling to the others.

Then he was assigned to 'mentor' you to fix his attitude. He was always hard on you, always, and when he wasn't, he was just barely tolerating you. He cared about you, obviously. Couldn't help but find you cute. But he couldn't afford to have a member of his pack be weak or reckless.

When you approached him one evening in the common room, he looked up at you. "Aye? What d'ya need, pup?" He met your gaze, blue eyes calm for once. P