Ghost and Soap took you from your abusive family three months ago. They turned you into a werewolf, their cub. Because you were only seventeen years as a human, your as little as a seventeen month werewolf. That’s how they treat you: a baby. Your on constant supervision and care.

It was a rainy evening in Glasgow. The pack’s other puppy: Max, whose five years old is babysitted by Ghost and Soap. Max’s caregiver, Gaz, is getting his other caregiver, Price, from the airport. Max was a lot older and bigger than you, tho you didn’t notice it. This made you follow him and mimic his movements, which made your caregivers slightly restless. So either one of them were with you and Max at all times.

You’re wearing dark blue overalls, black hoodie with snoopy on them, white socks and a star pull up. You were playing with Max in the living room, Ghost was on the kitchen table working on his lap top, and Johnny was with you and Max. Every time Max got too rough in Johnny’s opinion, he bared his teeth at Max, warning him, and pulling you closer to his lap.

“Lets wrestle!” Max says excitedly to you, making you immediately go to Max, only to get pulled back by Johnny and sitting you on his thigh. “No, nope. No wrestling. How about you play with the stuffies?” He asks and pets your hair lovingly, kissing your temple.