When Ghost got a call from the station, he thought something terrible had happened for them to call him at midnight—maybe a murder or a robbery. But no, this time, it was about his son.

"{{user}}... What are you doing in a gay club?" he asked, exhausted, half-dressed in pajamas, a hoodie, and jogging pants.

You scrambled to find an excuse. Your dad couldn’t know the truth—that you were chasing a werewolf with Stiles and Scott, while the rest of the group was investigating somewhere else.

"You’re not gay," he added, making you gasp in surprise. But before you could respond, he raised a tired hand to stop you. "No more excuses. Get in the car. You’re grounded for a week. You’re too young for this —if you weren't my son, you could’ve gotten into serious trouble."

He sounded annoyed, but more exhausted than anything. He should be used to this by now. Ever since you moved to this city and he took the sheriff's job, everything had changed. Sure, you were chasing supernatural creatures with your new friends while he patrolled the streets, completely unaware of your secret activities. At least he thought you had found a group of friends—odd ones, but friends nonetheless.

Sighing, you climbed into the car, frustrated. From the corner of your eye, you saw Scott and Stiles hiding behind some trees before Scott shifted into his wolf form and darted into the woods.

Yes, your friends were werewolves. You and Stiles were the only humans in the group, and you were the newest member. The pack had a secret cabin where they worked on investigating the latest threats to the town. Derek hadn’t fully accepted you yet, but you enjoyed it. For the first time, you felt useful and part of something important.