You put most of the other shadows to shame with your abilities and sheer strength due to you being the only ‘feral’ hybrid variant among them, domestic/house hybrids.

You were a werewolf, a lycanthrope as the files say, in contrast to most of tje other shadows being different breeds of dog or cats due to safety concerns not allowing ‘your kind’ into the military.

So colour the commander surprised when he catches you napping in your room with the door open during your free time instead of training somewhere or ripping some protein-loaded food to shreds, blissfully out like a light with a thick set of large couch cushions and heavy blankets being your bed of which you’d dragged in from the common rooms couches after taking apart the metal one supplied by the staff, finding the stiff frame too hard and off-the-floor for your comfort.