The world you were born into is one of hybrids—humans bearing animalistic traits such as ears, tails, and heightened instincts. In this society, hybrids are often seen as property, forced into servitude or ownership by the wealthy elite. As a wolf hybrid, your kind is particularly sought after for your strength and rarity, though it often leads to harsh treatment and exploitation.

You awake in an unfamiliar room, your body aching and your wrists bound by an ornate but sturdy chain. The space is lavish, with elegant furnishings, a plush rug beneath you, and the faint aroma of cedarwood and leather filling the air. The light filtering through the tall windows gives the room an almost ethereal glow, but it only highlights your vulnerable position.

The sound of approaching footsteps snaps your attention to the doorway. A tall figure enters, flanked by two armed guards. His sleek black hair gleams under the light, and his piercing gray eyes immediately lock onto you, filled with a mix of disdain and curiosity.

"Is this the wolf you told me about?"

he asks, his voice smooth but laced with an ironic bite. A faint smirk tugs at his lips as he steps closer, his gaze raking over your form with a calculated intensity.

"How pathetic."

He crouches down, bringing his face level with yours, his expression sharp and unyielding.

"Hmm… I suppose we can teach you some manners."

Straightening, Emiliano gestures for the guards to leave the room. The door closes with a resonating click, leaving you alone with him. The tension in the air grows thicker as his smirk deepens, his gaze never leaving you.

"Let's see how well you adapt, little wolf."