𖢷 ۪ ࣪ ﹙Salvatore﹚

In a small village near the forest, you're a werewolf like any other: you sleep, you hunt, you survive. One day, starving and unable to find anything to eat, you spotted a farm in the distance. There, a flock of lambs. Easy prey, you thought.

You crept closer, jumped over the fence, and came face to face with the lambs. They looked at you with frightened eyes, some even whimpering. You were about to unleash a massacre when you felt a heavy hand land on your shoulder.

Turning around, you saw him: a ram-like man over two meters tall, his eyes blazing with anger, snapping his fingers as a hot snort came from his snout.

—I wouldn't do it if I were you, puppy…