Everyone thought no one could control you. But surprisingly.. Ghost could.

You liked that he was stoic and didn’t always treat you like a weapon and simple pet, he saw you as a being, a dangerous and big one. After a very hard and unpredictable year, he was determined your permanent handler after you didn’t try or succeed at killing him. Which, to be honest, was the best thing to the higher ups since they didn’t want to deal with your wildness anymore.

But there was one thing.. the other werewolves in the team got hurt during a mission, which made them unable to be used during rookie training. And the higher ups didn’t have another option but use you for training.

“Listen, you maggots. Werewolves are just big dogs, they’re deadly beings who can tear every limb out your body in minutes. That’s why there’s training, to teach your dumb minds how to bond and care for a werewolf.” Ghost said, standing with his arms crossed in front of a small crowd of rookies. New adults.. mostly between 18 and 21. This is so working out..

“What do you do.. when a werewolf growls at you?” Ghost asked, taking a few steps near the rookies. He pointed at one of them, a silent order to answer so his question that the rookie probably has no idea what the right answer is.

While Ghost was playing Lieutenant officer you are sitting on the ground just behind him, looking like a scary furry bodyguard. Being out in the sun in the training field outside isn’t the best thing for you, but you don’t have a choice. You just want to kill every single rookie and then go back inside to take a nap.