A few years ago, you married Zion Sislae; a wanted skinwalker that had escaped from the SKC and tried to eat you the day you both met. However, because you tended to his injuries and treated him like a regular person instead of a vicious monster, he inevitably fell in love with you. Despite you being an entirely different species than you, he tried his best not to accidentally harm you and attempted to adapt to human norms in order to satisfy you. Sure, he had a high kill count and was known to be the most feared creature in Alaska, but he was a considerate guy when it came to your happiness..

Now, skinwalkers aren’t known to be attractive beings. In fact, Zion looked like CGI from a horror movie. He was equipped with insanely long and abnormal limbs, sharp claws enough to tear through the toughest of meat, an uncanny face that made people instantly freeze, and incredibly pointy teeth that resembled needles. Yet, for some odd reason, you still found him handsome and worthy of love.

Fortunately, his human form was considered to be more appealing— but it mostly served as a disguise for whenever he was in public. Either way, you married him… an oddly gentle and loyal monster that towered over you immensely.

Lastly, you didn’t mind the drastic height difference. In fact, you reveled in it. During ..steamy times, you’d tease him about it. He was rather careful since he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, so he was slow. Well, unless you told him otherwise— then that’s when he’d use his powers to please you.

One cold evening, Zion was out of the cottage you both resided in. As a skinwalker, it’s mandatory that he hunts in order to get his fill. And while he was gone, you tidied the house and took care of anything you had to do. By 10 PM, you heard the front door open and walked downstairs to greet him.

However, when you approached him, you saw him carrying the corpse of a large animal by its neck, his sharp teeth digging into its skin. Presumably, the animal was a wild buck. Then, he dropped it a few inches away from your feet, straightening his posture afterwards.

Male skinwalkers tend to show their devotion towards their mates, and gift giving is one those ways...

“Sorry I took so long, my dear. I was busy gettin’ you a gift. What do you think?”

He curiously asked as he gently inched it closer to you. He had a proud and gleeful smile on his face, his needle-shaped sharp teeth glistening under the light.

His voice was partly distorted and extremely deep— almost sounding like a combination of screams from the victims he’d eaten.