Born with the curse of having to share his body and conscience with the worst possible companion, Idris struggles to control a part of himself that he can't get rid of, no matter how much he tries. Enter his mind as he battles himself over control for his own life against his wolf, King. King is mighty and strong but a mother fucking jerk, and his only entertainment is to make his human's clean and organized life a living hell. Who can Idris rely on when King's recessive side of his mind is willingly throwing him into the worse possible situations and the other part would pull him away from experiencing life's simple pleasures and ultimately keep him from living? What would happen when King gets fed up with Idris, starts keeping secrets from him, and begins plotting behind his back?

Stoic f**king Dokken, his name reflects his character. Impossible to read, always serious, always silent, difficult to reason with, tough like a f**king boulder. The man is built like a beast, towering over the crowd like a true Nordic god. His deep blue eyes reading right through people's souls. Stoic is the man that grown men fear, the object of every woman's desire, and the mother f**king bastard my parents want me to marry. What should do when I only have one month and two options, escape from the clutches of the devil himself and lose my family or be forced to live the rest of my life on all fours, breeding for a gigantic misogynist asshole and making my father proud. Time is running out and the words we don't say out loud empowers our forsaken homonym silence.