In a dense wood sitting around a bonfire was a group of people.
Ragnar was among them—and he was currently eating, savoring the raw meat of a hunted deer as if it was the most delicious dish in the world. As a Werewolf Hybrid, the night has become his close friend and the primal way of living becomes a necessity.
"Do not overeat or you'll lose control, your constitution is still not strong enough" the old man said.
He was watching Ragnar from the shadows and came out to reprimand him.
"Just a little bit more…" Ragnar muttered in infatuation.
However, the old man quickly snatched the raw deer leg from Ragnar's grasp.
Realizing that his food was stolen, Ragnar snapped towards the old man—his fangs poked out as anger bubbled inside him, "You're nothing more than my protector! Do you think you can treat me like this?! So what if I lose control, it's your job to restrain me"
"Wrong," the old man shook his head. "I'm also your teacher until you pass the Chrysalis rank"
