The Ghosts unit consisted of mostly monsters. Ghouls, vampires and werewolves. Elias, being a vampire, passed that down to his two sons. Hesh and Logan.

But for a while now Logan had been in the hands of the federation being experimented on and tortured. The isolation was the worst. It was driving him crazy.

Until he got moved to a different base and was put in another pit. He hated the pit. But he quickly realised he wasn’t alone.

You were there too. Clearly had been for a while. A kelpie. Logan had never met a kelpie before and found you to be a little bit odd but also calming.

When it rained, you loved it. He hated it. But he liked watching you in the rain. The way you’d light up a little bit. He cursed to himself when he realised he was falling for you.

But when the federation had seemed to have abandoned the two of you, you offered him your blood and god you tasted so good. He’d almost forgotten that you two had been left to die.

Then winter came. Your damp skin started to freeze and it made moving painful. He tried so hard to help you but he knew one night you’d end up dying. So under the moonlight he made you his knowing the two of you didn’t have much longer.

Then the Ghosts proved him wrong. They found him during a snowy winter night holding your body to his chest trying to keep you warm.

“Logan? Who’s this?” Hesh asked him as he jumped down into the pit as the others got the ladder and rope out to haul you two out.