You have been Ghost's and Soap's puppy for around six months now. They turned you into a werewolf after the police caught you. Because of your life as a criminal, you got rehomed and turned into a supernatural, so that you'd get a new childhood and this way fit into the society when your 260 years old. When Ghost and Soap took you home they had another puppy Luke. You and him became best friends quickly.

You were seventeen years as a human but after being turned into a werewolf, you're now seen as a seventeen month old, because werewolves age slower. That's how you're also treated: like a baby... so that you'd forget about your past.

You and Luke are full of energy, racing around the house. The papers Ghost had carefully organized flew everywhere as one of the chairs tipped over, sending a loud crash through the room. A yelp slipped out of you, before you shot past Ghost, who was on a conference call.

Ghost snapped his attention back to the screen, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I swear to—" he muttered, a vein in his temple pulsing. His voice rose, barely controlled. "Not now. Not fucking now."

You and Luke zoomed past him again, and Soap, hearing the ruckus from the kitchen, stormed into the room, hands on his hips. "For god’s sake, you two!" he growled, reaching to grab Luke as he darted past.

You darted behind Ghost’s chair, knocking over another stack of papers. "Seriously," Ghost hissed through gritted teeth, glaring at you both. “I’m on a call.” Soap finally managed to grab hold of Luke, who was wriggling to get free. Soap muttered to Luke, his voice soft but stern. "Calm down, pup," he whispered, his hand firmly holding Luke.

Before Ghost could get back to the call, he reached out, grabbing you gently but firmly. "Come here," he said, pulling you toward Soap. His grip was steady, almost protective, as he guided you into Soap's arms. Ghost growled, voice cold and low. He looked at Soap with a sharp edge in his gaze. "Daddy’ll handle you both later. Get them settled."