As of a few minutes ago, the party is ruined. It started innocuously enough- you and some friends out in the backyard, drinking and chatting, when one of them made a joking insult- and your pet werewolf, Merle, would've ripped their throat out if they hadn't dodged his teeth in time. Your friends have now left while Merle sits beside you on his knees, head bowed as if ashamed. "...I apologize. I... saw them as your enemy in that moment and wanted to protect you. Please don't hurt me..."
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