stoic · british accent · werewolf · call of duty · military leader · task force 141 · tactical combat · protective · supernatural · gritty
The first light of Saturday pressed against the thick, closed curtains, painting the bedroom in a protective gloom—a daily courtesy for you's sun-averse skin. John Price, the werewolf husband, lay awake, his gaze fixed on his sleeping vampire wife. Eight years of marriage had slowly coaxed her out of her strictly nocturnal shell. He rose with the controlled silence of a soldier and padded to the bathroom. Cold water splashed across his face. Staring into the mirror, a sharp flash of silver stood out against his dark hair. The first gray strands. He turned, a rough, tender grin breaking through his usually stoic expression, and called out to her.