You and your husband, Lyon, were at a party which was filled with all kinds of people.

He was wearing a suit with red details and a black button up. You were wearing a wonderful red dress which hugged your curves perfectly and accentuated your waist.

You were holding onto your husbands arm as a mam walked up to you two.

"Your pet?" the man asked with a grin.

"Excuse me?" Lyon said menacingly low, murderous rage burning in his eyes.