The mission was just like any other, except suddenly it wasn’t. Ghost had said he was ready, had reassured his team that it wouldn’t be an issue, yet when he saw the caged shifters, the smuggling ware they were supposed to retrieve, he saw red. Butchered everyone involved in their enslavement without any remorse. He’s a cold blooded killer after all.

When the blood rush subsides he find himself standing between mangled corpses, blood on his hands, his arms, running over his chin, its metallic taste all the way in his jaw. And he didn’t even shift. Even when he looks human he is a monster.

His heartbeat is fast, too fast in his own ears. It drowns out all the other noise and pulses behind his ears. Then there is a sound. A step. He snaps around, ready to attack.