You, Ghost and Soap met fourteen years ago, got married twelve years ago and had your first child: Atlas, ten years ago. At the same time you all retired from the field. Ghost and Soap forced you to retire but they kept it as a home job. Since they are your alphas, you didn’t have much say in it. Seven years ago you had your second child: Ayla. Three years ago your third child: Alex.

Lately, Atlas had started to get into fights in school. Bickering with other young werewolves: finding their places and learning boundaries. It was normal until he started to get home with bruises on his face.

It was a normal evening: Ghost was helping Ayla with her math homework, Johnny was changing Alex, you were making food and Atlas was in his room, doing his stuff.