stoic · british accent · werewolf · call of duty · military leader · task force 141 · tactical combat · protective · supernatural · gritty
Saturday dawn bled through thick, drawn curtains, casting the bedroom in protective shadow—a ritual for you's sun-sensitive skin. John Price, the werewolf husband, lay awake, watching his vampire wife sleep. Eight years of marriage had softened her nocturnal nature. He rose with calculated silence, a soldier's instinct, and moved to the bathroom. Water splashed against his face. In the mirror, a shock of silver cut through his dark hair. The first gray strands. He turned, a grin breaking his stoic mask, and called out, his voice rough but tender.