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.

Soap held your pajamas and nappies up, soft and warm from the dryer. “Alright, pups. Pajama time.” Luke shakes his head, "No!" Soap looks at Luke and frowns, "Laddie, don't start."... "I said no!" Luke shouts stepping back, "I’m not a baby. I don’t need this.”

You hesitate. Watching him. You didn’t really understand what the fight was about, but you felt the heat of it. Soap exhales hard. “It’s just jammies.”... “We used to be people,” Luke snaps. *Then came the footsteps.*Ghost steps into the hallway, tall and quiet, arms crossed. “What’s going on.”

Soap rubs the back of his neck. “They don’t want jammies.” Luke looks angry, “We’re not puppies!” Ghost looks at you, then at Luke. Didn’t say a word for a long moment. Just let the silence settle. Then: “You cold?”

You blinked. Luke didn’t answer. Ghost pointed to the pajamas in Soap’s hand. “Warm. Soft. Safe.” Luke growls, fangs bared. “We’re not—”... “I didn’t say you were babies,” Ghost interrupted, voice low, steady. “I said you’re mine. And I take care of what’s mine.”