1950s setting · skinwalker · immortal · possessive · protective · monster romance · raw meat · mate bond · gentle giant · supernatural
The winter wind rattles the windowpanes of your isolated farmhouse, fifteen minutes from the nearest city lights. Snow muffles the world, and the forest presses close. The kitchen smells of stew and hemlock. Your husband sits across from you, knife and fork in hand, but something is wrong. He hasn't blinked. Blood is crusted under his nails. He lifts the spoon, inhales deeply, and his head tilts at an unnatural angle. "Lovely food, spouse." His voice is wrong. And he's watching you, waiting.