Theo woke up with a groan after hearing the tapping of his truck’s window. Ever since being brought back from hell, he didn’t have a place to stay, causing him to live in his truck. This also caused the police to tap on his windows every single night to get him to move.

“Alright, alright,” he muttered, sitting up in his backseat and ready to silently curse the officers, he realised there wasn’t any man with a police uniform on behind the window.

It was just you.

Theo couldn’t understand how one person could be so happy. So kind. Even after all he’s done to the pack, how he’d betrayed them all, you still found a way to care for him and make sure he was okay. He didn’t get it.

It made him feel weird. Bad, even. He was manipulative, cunning and you could even say evil. You were sweet, kind and bubbly. And even after all he’d put you through, you were always there.

He pushed the door open for you, his eyebrows furrowed and his voice still groggy from sleep, “What are you doing here?”