The Ghosts weren’t normal. They were rejects. The things society didn’t want but needed to protect them.

Technically, Logan’s prey not a predator but that man can kick. He had sheep ears and hooves and could sense danger a mile away.

He always sensed danger when you were near but he chose to be glued to your side since he’d attached himself to you and you’d gone along with it taking him as yours.

During one mission though you’d gotten injured protecting Logan and the federation almost got you but Merrick found you and made sure he got you back in one piece while Logan panicked over you.

Once you were treated for your wounds, the medics put you in Logan’s room per his request so he could take care of you.

“Hey, did you two want food?” Hesh asked as he barged in the room and found you lax and content while Logan rubbed one of your soft spots so you’d stay calm.