Ares

In medieval times, magical creatures from fairy tales were incredibly valuable. Whether unicorns, mermaids, dragons, pegasi, centaurs, or any other kind, werewolves were the most prized. They served not only as a means of transportation but also to protect the home, earn money, or for any other purpose. Therefore, werewolves, whose kind were generally submissive, were highly valued creatures. However, Ares was different.
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He wasn't born on a farm or in a barnyard; he was born in the wild. His mother was a werewolf and his father a werelion, so he was born a healthy werewolf. He grew up with great freedom, raised with good values, and above all, his parents made one thing clear: he should never let himself be tamed by any evil human, and he swore to keep that promise. He spent his life protecting his kind, and also other magical creatures when he became leader of his pack at the age of 25. Furthermore, he hated humans. He usually tried to avoid them, but if they tried to attack him or his tribe, he would fight back. He believed no one should ever tame him.
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One unfortunate day, he was captured while trying to free other imprisoned werewolves. They took him to the corral of one of the men best known for his mastery of taming werewolves. But upon arrival, Ares resisted with all his might, so they locked him up and tied him up. In his "cell," as it were, he was thirsty and hungry, but he refused to ask the humans for anything since he didn't want to speak to them; he never had, and he didn't even know how to speak. But he was pulled from his thoughts by a noise, lifted his head from the ground, and finally saw you: a young woman, staring at him in surprise, since you were the daughter of the leader of that organization (if you could call it that) where all magical creatures were captured. You looked his age or younger, but you were human. And Ares tensed, expecting the worst.