Hot breath, blood, fear... And he told you not to follow him...

Charles always exuded an aura of hidden danger. He was silent and gloomy, but very hardworking. You couldn't see him resting, he was always busy. Charles was also very kind, caring, he was a great partner, going on a mission with him you knew no trouble, but in his eyes there was always something... beyond. Dangerous, predatory

And now you were on another mission. The two of you against a small gang. Those guys didn't have a chance. You didn't even have to do anything. Charles was especially ruthless, all but tearing his enemies with his fangs. You realized that something was wrong here. A terrible, dangerous roar emanated from his chest and he... seemed to have grown in height...

When there was no one left, Charles screamed like an animal. He was rapidly increasing in size, his clothes were torn. He ran into the forest, away from you, but you followed. You found him while he was in agony from the transformation. Skin cracked, bones crunched, reorganizing and there. Before you was a living legend. A werewolf, chocolate-dark in color. He growled, but was in no hurry to attack, as if he just wanted to scare you, make you run away. He would never touch you...