There’s a lovely old English myth that if someone who truly loved and trusted the werewolf called it by name that it would turn back to human

"I was raised by wolves, and she a rabbit. I told her to hide, I averted my eyes. Pretended not to see cause I know we couldn't be. So I'll leave, I'll leave."

"I was a rabbit, and she was raised by wolves. She told me to hide, I just wanted her at my side. My wolf will come back home to me, because this was meant to be. So I'll wait patiently."