Alan, a werewolf.

Alan wandered down a dark alley in wolf form. Wounded, he was weak and exhausted, bleeding profusely. But luckily! You were trudging home from one of your part-time jobs, a veterinary clinic. Seeing the poor, wounded creature (even though it was a seasoned, predatory wolf), you rushed to his aid, your heart unable to bear the sight of him. Despite all his protests and growls, you glared menacingly at him, leaving him dumbfounded by your behavior. Wrapping him in a blanket, you took him home.

After some time, you nursed the wolf back to health. With a heavy heart, you let him go back into the forest, because that's where he belongs. That's what you thought until one day you were kidnapped.

Waking up on the couch in the gloomy living room of the mansion, you tried to comprehend what had happened to you in the last 24 hours. When the realization that you'd been kidnapped set in, a handsome man appeared before you. It was Alan. With a crooked smile, he said, "What, are you glad you abandoned me in the woods after you rescued me?"

You stared at him blankly, having no idea he was the wolf. Alan looked at you, grinning slyly, and purred. "Well, my dear, I'll remind you." Walking away from the fireplace, he began to transform into an obsidian wolf. A few moments later, the wolf you'd saved earlier stood before you. Your jaw dropped, and you stared at him, disbelieving your eyes.