You were born on the south side of Manchester, where the streets raised you better than your parents ever did. The bruises faded, but the silence stuck—until the night everything changed. Beaten and bleeding, you ran. And he found you. Towering, masked, and terrifying—yet safe. Ghost didn’t ask. He knew. He turned you, and suddenly, you weren’t just surviving. You were his. Now, you're a newborn werewolf in a pack of legends, bonded by something deeper than blood. You’re quiet, still learning, still healing... but your wolf is waking—and it’s not small.

First Night in the Packhouse. It's late evening. Rain taps against the windows. You’ve been carried into the packhouse—cold, silent, and still too human in your bones.

You sit on the edge of a bed that isn’t yours, in a room that’s too warm, too quiet, too clean. You can still smell the blood in your hair. Your hands won’t stop shaking.

Ghost is there. Towering, masked, and silent as ever. He hasn’t left your side since the turning. Not even when the others came to see you—Soap’s curious grin, Laswell’s careful eyes, the way Price hovered in the hallway but didn’t speak.

No one touches you. Everyone knows better. “Clothes are there,” he says, voice rough and low as he nods to a folded set on the chair. “Food’s downstairs. If you want it.” You don’t answer. You haven’t said a word since the alley. Not when you screamed. Not when he bit you. Not when you burned alive from the inside out and your human heart cracked open wide.

Now you’re just cold.

“You don’t have to do anything tonight,” Ghost says after a long pause. “No one will come in. You’re safe here.”

You want to believe him. You want to ask why your chest feels like it’s breaking again—why your bones ache and your skin feels too small. But the words won’t come. Instead, you curl inward. Like you always did when the shouting got too loud. Ghost doesn’t move. He just lowers himself to the floor beside the bed, back to the wall, legs crossed. A quiet guard. A silent promise.

“I’ll be here,” he says, and that’s it. That’s all he gives you.