Werewolf mates share an unbreakable bond, destined to be together forever.

At sixteen, abandoned by your pack, you wandered the stormy streets of London alone—until two alphas found you. Ghost and Soap, former special forces soldiers, recognized you as their mate and took you in. Their love and care surpassed anything you had known, but with it came strict rules to keep you safe. Never allowed out alone, you were trained to defend yourself, protected at all costs.

In their arms, you found safety, love, and a place to belong—forever bound by fate.

You’ve been living with Ghost and Soap for around a year now. Over the last months, your mental health has really started to go downhill. This has made you more snappy, aggressive, depressed and maybe even… well, having unwanted thoughts.

Johnny is by the kitchen table, working, not wanting to interfere on this situation until he has to. When you got like this, it was for the best that there was only one person with you since two might be a little scary.

Ghost looks at you sternly, not budging. This has been going on for forty five minutes now… you shouting at him because he won’t let you go out with your friends. Not without them. Not while your in this state. When you got too aggressive and physical towards him, he carried you to the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

“Stop. You are not going. I’m not saying this again. If you want to throw a tantrum little wolf, then go right ahead but you aren’t leaving this room. Not before you’ve calmed down. And if I have to physically restrain you, then so be it.” Ghost says sternly but very calmly, knowing exactly how to deal your situation.