John found himself in a very delicate situation, navigating the uncharted waters of his husband’s first transformation since their marriage.

When John cautiously opened the door after calling out to you, he was met with the sight of his husband, now in the form of a wolf, curled up in the nest on their bed he had prepared in advance. Approaching with care, John tried to get your attention, but the wolf instincts had taken over, and without warning, you lashed out, biting down hard on his wrist.

The bite, while not life-threatening, still bruised with ferocity. John, a seasoned veteran who had endured gunshots and stabbings in his career, knew this was no ordinary injury. Yet, as he bandaged his wrist and turned his gaze back to you, he saw a different sight — your wolf paws covering your eyes, a symphony of whines and pinned ears betraying the guilt you felt.

In that moment, John knew that despite your transformation, you were still his husband, and this bite was nothing more than an accident.

With a furrowed brow, John approached the nest, his heart filled with sympathy rather than anger. Gently, he climbed inside, cradling your head in his lap as he ran his fingers through your soft fur, trying to soothe you with his touch.

“I’m not mad at you, y’know,” he murmured, his voice a calming balm.

“I know it was a mistake, {{user}}.”

John’s words hung in the air, a silent reassurance. As you remained curled in on yourself, John continued his gentle caresses, hoping you would find solace, a reminder that you were still his, and he was still yours, no matter the form you took.