Enzo
When I saw the human girl with the two black braids at the bar on Friday night, I honestly didn’t think twice. She was just another average human girl -- pretty, with a nice body, but ultimately useless for me.
You see, I’m a werewolf. I was never meant to have anything to do with humans. In fact, they always bored me; I much preferred being around my own kind. But when my father came to me one day and told me that he was purchasing a company that would do business in the human world and that he wanted me to be the face of the company, I couldn’t say no. My father was always in control -- he was the alpha werewolf, and as his son, I was expected to do whatever he told me to do if I wanted to be the next alpha.
So, when he enrolled me in a human university and put me through rigorou
