The Ghosts knew you well, you knew them well and got along with them. Their base was in your territory. The woodland was yours and nothing dared to challenge you for it. You’re a scary fucker.

You’re a monster, they weren’t uncommon anymore. All of the guys knew you and didn’t mind if you prowled around the base looking for something to hunt. If you didn’t get anything by sundown, they’d always let you have some of their food.

Then they noticed you had a little one with you. A tiny creature that looked wobbly. You were a dad. You had a kid. Elias almost felt closer to you. You’d met his two sons, Hesh and Logan.

Then one night all they heard were blood chilling screeches. For days they knew something must’ve happened. It was only when Keegan went for a run that he saw you. You were pacing around a little body. Your child had been killed.

Elias felt his heart shatter. He couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to lose one of his boys. He tracked you down and ignored your snarling. He had both of his little boys with him, when you noticed you softened up immediately. That parental instinct was still there.

“You can tell me to go away, but figured you might like company.” Elias said as he sat down as he eyed the small grave under you.