Coward

Harold knew that it was silly of him to be getting mad at his wolf because whether he liked it or not, his wolf was a part of him. In fact, his wolf was him. And he was his wolf. Just like his body and soul were one.

It can also be seen in Rold's effort in picking out his own name from his. Ha-Rold. Rold.

However, he didn't like it. The fact that his wolf had a personality of his own made him see them as two separate people. 

His anger slowly reduced when he looked at Alicia, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. The last thing he remembered was laying his head on her lap to sleep on the bed, but now they were both wrapped in each other's arms. Funny how he hadn't felt her move. Just how deeply had he slept? By now, he knew that being around Alicia was going to make it very easy for him to be killed. Because with her, he was able to forget about everything and sleep peacefully. Something he hadn't been able to do in many years of his life.