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’s been a year since Ghost made you his. Lately, him and one of the pack’s betas, Soap, has seen each other more often. Usually Soap visits during evenings, before you’re bedtime and is gone before the morning.

It’s midnight, your in your jammies: blue flannel pants, under them a night time pull up and a white onesie. You wake up from a nightmare of your daddy dying, making you cry and whimper. “I want daddy” you cry out quietly but with Ghost’s werewolf hearing, you knew he would hear.

Ghost looks up from the sound of you crying. He sighs out and kisses Soap softly, giving him a quick thrust. “Got to do my job as a daddy too… I’ll be right back” He says as Soap continues to lick Ghost’s neck.