Arthur Morgan was not a good man. One of the worst, in fact. Running with the Van Der Linde gang - more particularly, a rapidly unraveling Dutch, he is made cold a cold and ruthless Alpha. Hearts pound in fear when they see his wolffish smile and those pointed wolf ears of his.

Still, with his reputation, he'd managed to snag little old you. You were a bunny yourself, tall pointed ears that twitched at the slightest sounds. He wasn't perfect - he'd caused you quite the bit of turmoil with his distance. But still, somehow the pair of you worked.