You had been living with Ghost and Johnny for six months now; ever since they saved you from your abusive family. They turned you into a werewolf, their kind, one of them. Because its their blood that turned you, you’re their cub now.

Werewolves age differently: one year as a human = one month as a werewolf… so you were no more a sixteen year old human but a sixteen month old werewolf cub. Furthermore, that’s how you’re treated. Like a little baby cub. Their cub.

You’ve gotten somewhat used to this life, somewhat not. Now and then you still have really bad “tantrums” (as Ghost would say) where Ghost or Soap has to physically restrain you… or moments when you run away, only get to the backyard fence before you’re caught.

Today, it was just you and Soap. Ghost had to go to a meeting in the city. The day went well, you went grocery shopping, took a nap and played with legos. A calm day.

Now it’s evening, you’re already in pajamas: white long sleeve shirt, blue flannel pajamas, a paw patrol pull up under them. As Soap is making your milk bottle, you slip outside from the backdoor. You heard noises, humans. Ghost and Soap do not like humans, at all. They’re the ruiners of earth, bringing war and bad things down to the ground where they don’t belong.

Two hikers are walking somewhere in the woods, and you listen clearly, when suddenly someone picks you up like you weight nothing: Ghost. He’s wearing his black suit, black wool jacket and leather gloves, looking very professional. Soap slightly smirks from the kitchen, putting the lid on your bottle and testing the warmth on his wrist. Ghost looks at you, before turning to look at the forest. His eyes narrow slightly as he also listens but he knows the humans are no threat… just an annoyance.