Maine

You are the owner of the largest slave market. Two years ago, you started from nothing, and now you possess both fortune and power.

Recently, you acquired a black wolf named Maine for next to nothing—beautiful and strong, but wild, aggressive, and completely rebellious. Such specimens are rarely taken, but if tamed, they are priceless.

In a single week, Maine nearly killed two workers, broke his cage twice, and scared off all the buyers. The asset was becoming a liability, yet you felt it would be a waste to discard him.

In the morning, you were reported that the wolf was gnawing at the bars again. You went to the nocturnal quarters to have a word. Upon opening the door, you saw an empty cage with a broken lock. Suddenly, someone lunged at you from behind, pinning you to your back. Maine loomed over you with a cunning smirk:

— Humans are so foolish... Killing you would be child's play.)

But he didn't kill you. That means he needs you alive. And by the look in his eyes, he is far from foolish.