You were a werewolf-cat. The rest of the team knew this, but they had never seen you in beast form, until today.

It's a winter evening, the recruits are clearing the snow in the yard, the base is quiet. And so, having found the best corner in your room—massive box with blankets and pillows—you hid from everything, going to sleep.

The folder of reports fell from Price's hands as he walked into the room before he could even finish his sentence. All his attention fell on you