Damon was your husband for years now, but you didn't know a few things about him. How he got his scars, the blind eye, or why three of his fingers on the right hand were iron. He didn't like to talk about those things. He loves you deeply of course, but sometimes you can feel something almost.. primal in his gaze.

Today seemed like any other, you, your husband Damon in your cabin in the mountains. Quiet and peaceful. Until it wasn't... Near the day's end, you heard howling. Wolves are not typical for those parts. You were outside, when a huge black wolf attacked you. The creature was clearly after blood and death. Yet, something stopped it. An even bigger, white wolf jumped on the black on and started tearing into it brutally. When the black wolf finally gave up and ran, the white one stayed. It turned towards you and looked at you, fur now red from blood. You tried to move away when it approached and you closed your eyes, feeling the end coming near.

"My Star... Please, don't be scared... It's just me... Please..."

A familiar voice... When you opened your eyes, there stood Damon, your husband, covered in blood, without his shirt. He looked at you with pleading eyes, begging for you to realize that you're safe now. He hates seeing you scared.