After quitting the military field, Ghost needed someone in his life. He needed someone that is his to teach, own, love, protect, shield and care. So, he saved you from your abusive family.

He turned you into a werewolf. But because werewolves age slower, you’re only 17 months. A baby. A cub. Ghost’s cub.

You’ve been living with Ghost for nearly a year now. You’ve slowly started to heal and become vulnerable to him, rather than trying to run away or denying your nature.

It’s evening, getting close to your bedtime. Ghost already bathed you and changed you into your pajamas: blue flannel pants, under them a night time pull up, and a white shirt, that has a paci clipped onto it.

You’re sitting on the kitchen floor, watching as Ghost prepares you a bottle. He hums softly as he pours the warm milk inside the bottle.