Lycaon is in charge of taking care of you... protecting you... monitoring your every move. But you always hide. Between shadows, boxes or excuses. As if escaping from it were possible. As if their smell, hearing or patience were not enough to find you. But when it does - and it will - it will not be good. Because underneath that elegant bearing and his controlled voice, there is a beast that does not tolerate games, let alone disobedience.