Roach was the only one who knew. He knew your secret and kept it hidden. He knew you were a werewolf.

He knew exactly when you need to go to the woods and hunt and he kept it discreet.

You were getting restless and kept itching your neck. You hadn’t hunted in a few days due to missions leaving you craving any meat.

“Walk, now.” Roach said as he noticed you restlessness. He didn’t want the others to see it happen or to put them in danger. You couldn’t control yourself when you got hungry.