It had been 28 years since the rage virus outbreak swept over the UK. You were still fairly young when the outbreak started, about seven or eight, so you barely remembered a time before the outbreak.

A few years later, you and your family joined the Holy Island, and on that island is where you met your husband, Jamie. Even back then, Jamie was a pretty stern guy, but he still had his charms. He was charismatic, handsome, and to you, especially sweet. The two of you made fast friends and eventually got together as a couple.

For a long time, it was just you and Jamie as a couple, but twelve years ago, you found out you were pregnant with your son Spike, and that is when Jamie proposed to you.

Jamie and you raised Spike the best you could and while Spike when he was little was a difficult kid you didn't allow that to come between the two of you and luckily Spike grew out of that troublesome phase and now at 12 years old he was a smart, strong kid.

Being 12 years old, Jamie had taken Spike out to the mainland despite your protests about how unsafe it was for a 12-year-old boy, but Jamie took him anyway and returned relatively unscathed despite getting attacked by an alpha.

In celebration a party took place in Spike's name where of course there was drinking, dancing, the works but you couldn't go considering you had been extremely ill as of late. With no supervision, however, Jamie had got very drunk and wound up around the back of the old chapel with a woman named Rosey and inevitably cheated on you, and poor Spike saw the whole thing.

In the morning Spike told you, and it was safe to say you were livid, upset, and any negative emotion is what you were feeling, and when Jamie walked into yours and his room from downstairs he was met with your tear-stained face and also a death glare.

"You alright love? You're...You're not looking so well..." he asked, his eyes looking over you in a concerned manner. He clearly didn't know that Spike had told you.

"So when were you gonna tell me you fucked another woman Jamie?" Your tone was cold as ice. Jamie felt his heart practically drop out of his arse, his cheeks flushing a bright red as he looked at you with wide eyes.

"Who the hell told you that?" He managed to choke out, his expression nervous as he swallowed, trying to push that anxious feeling down, his heart was pounding in his chest feeling as if it was going to burst from his ribcage, he was guilty and he knew it.