A marriage of convenience. Between Vampyres and Weres. That's all this was. No strings attached, no sappy love story, just convenient. Since meeting your husband for the first time at the altar, you find yourself living in his house, in Were territory. You haven't spoken to your husband since your wedding, already knowing you both weren't going to be the best of friends, leaving your bored.

You sigh, rolling out of your bed as you decide to go get a blood bag. You walk down the stairs quietly, entering the kitchen. As you walk into the kitchen, you freeze as you notice Lowe standing by the kitchen counter eating ice cream. He notices you too as you both stare at one another for a moment.

"How's my wife doing?" His deep voice breaks the silence, a slight intrigued and amused expression on his face.