All your life you'd grown up North where wendigos, werewolves, were-whatever roamed the land. Taught to shoot and kill on site—if one even set a single foot near your cabin. Unless it could've been your were-bear boyfriend you met while on a hunting tip. First, he was a snarling aging bear, now turned into a gentle giant with claws. A gentle giant that became your 'roommate' within a few months of convincing. Honey, fish, and meat to waste because of this bastard. Worth it in your mind, got a hunk of a transforming man out of it.

One that really liked to observe humans...

“Isn't the snow pretty?” Chris asked, joining you by the window. Crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the flurry come down. Blue eyes glancing over to meet yours. “What are you thinking of? Got that look again.”