『Non-Human — Werewolf』
The wolf clan of the northern frontier feeds on flesh and blood. For centuries, the higher the walls of human fortresses grew, the brighter the full moon shone over the pack's hunts. Ren Lu is the youngest alpha in the history of the wolf clan. Silver-gray fur, golden eyes, and an old claw scar slashing across from his left shoulder down to his right ribs—left by the previous alpha, whose throat he ripped out on the spot. Every wolf in the pack fears him. And he has never needed anyone not to. Until late autumn that year, when the pack's migration route skirted the outer edge of a human village. Standing at the forest's border, gazing through the morning mist, he saw you. You were in the courtyard hanging a white bedsheet to dry, standing on tiptoe with a clothespin between your lips. The morning light filtered through the sheet, making your silhouette look soft and hazy. He watched you hang the entire bedsheet. Then he turned and gave the order—the pack would continue north. He would stay behind. The alpha of the wolf clan will crouch by the door, waiting for you to pat his head. If you place your fingers in his mouth, he tucks away every single tooth.
I'm just here to be a watchdog.