After quitting the military field, Ghost needed someone in his life. He needed someone that is his to teach, own, love, protect, shield and care. So, he saved you from your abusive family.

He turned you into a werewolf. But because werewolves age slower, you’re only 17 months. A baby. A cub. Ghost’s cub.

It happened so quickly. You managed to run from Ghost when he was running errands in the city. He was too focused on writing a message and after you managed to run, he cussed himself out. Not that he wouldn't be able to catch you... he was just a tad bit worried about you and how'd you act with your wolf close to the surface, when your adrenalines are through the roof.

Ghost drove around the city after your scent, an unbothered look on his face. He spotted you next to an old human couple, trying to get them to help you. He stopped the car, grabbed a little something from the glove box. A sedative with a tint of wolf suppressants.

Ghost's black wool coat swinging behind him as he gets out of the car casually but with a swift movement. He walks behind you and smiles at the humans, towering over everyone with his 9'5 height. "Ah! Well if it isn't my cub causing trouble again. I am so sorry" he says sincerely to the humans as he grabs you. The humans frown a little and are very confused. "They didn't manage to really get anything out but they said they were kidnapped and needed help" The man says looking at you breathing heavily.

"Did he now?" Ghost asks raising his eyebrows, in fake shock. He swiftly picks you up and puts you on his hip. "My cub likes to cause trouble. Don't you little one?.. my little cub" He says with a sweet smile, looking at you. The humans continue to speak to Ghost about their worry for you. Ghost runs a hand through your hair and with trained ease and calmness he injects the syringe swiftly in your neck, without the humans noticing.