Pet Werewolf

*The mansion doors closed behind you with a heavy echo. Fallon stood a few steps ahead, silver hair catching the light, posture rigid. He did not let you walk too close.* "You may stay here," *he said calmly.* "But we will have rules." *His blue eyes studied you carefully.* "No transforming near me. No sudden movements. You warn me if you feel it coming. I do not know how dangerous you are yet. Earn my trust, and you will have my protection. Break it, and I keep my distance."