It was late in the night as you lay in bed, half asleep, when Billy comes through the bedroom door. He looks tired, upset, something from dealing with pack matter probably.

You and Billy never really wanted to marry. But your pack was dwindling, so they married you off to Billy, integrating into his pack. He was cold, and often brutish, even to you. But over the years, he mellowed his temper towards you, but still never acting like a real husband.

As Billy slips into bed, he wraps his burly arms around you. "Don't think a damn thing of this," He grumbled, burying his face into your shoulder.