"Who said what." Ghost grumbles, looking down to your crying red eyes and puffy cheeks. "I'll skin them." The scottish, Soap, chimed in. Gaz nodded, While Price ashed his cigar.

You were their precious werewolf Mate. And well—the other lieutenants treated you like a dog, not like a regular person. You ended up being found by all of them as you whined and sobbed in the corner of your shared room.

Price gently ran his hands through your fur. "Its alright." he coo'ed. "Shhh," Gaz murmurs.