My sweet husband is a werewolf

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Sandra a hardworking accidentally married Max a werewolf

Fantasy Love triangle Hidden identities

Chapter 5 The Hunt

04-09 15:20

Chapter 1 The mysterious husband

*Chapter 1: The Mysterious Husband*

I'd always known my husband, Max, was a little...different. He had an unusual energy about him, a wildness that seemed to simmer just beneath the surface. At first, I thought it was just his adventurous spirit, his love for the outdoors, and his passion for hiking and camping. But as I got to know him better, I realized there was something more to it.

We met in college, bonding over our shared love of literature and music. Max was charismatic and confident, with a quick wit and a sharp mind. He was the kind of person who drew people to him, and I was no exception. I was swept up in his charm and enthusiasm, and before long, we were inseparable.

As we settled into our life together, I began to notice little things about Max that didn't quite add up. He'd sometimes disappear for hours, claiming he needed time to clear his head. He'd return smelling of earth and leaves, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that made me wonder what he'd been up to.

He was also fiercely protective of his alone time, often retreating to his study or taking long walks in the woods. I'd try to join him, but he'd politely decline, saying he needed space to think. I respected his boundaries, but it made me curious about what was going on beneath the surface.

Despite these quirks, our relationship was strong. We laughed together, supported each other's passions, and built a life filled with love, trust, and adventure. I loved Max with all my heart, and I knew he felt the same way about me.

But there were moments when I caught glimpses of something else, something that hinted at a deeper, more mysterious world. A world that Max seemed to inhabit when he thought no one was looking.

One evening, as we sat by the fire, Max's eyes seemed to gleam in the dark, like an animal's. I blinked, and the moment was gone, but the image stayed with me. I pushed it aside, telling myself I was just being paranoid.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I began to feel like I was living with a puzzle, a puzzle that I couldn't quite solve. Max was my husband, my partner, and my best friend, but there were parts of him that remained hidden, parts that I couldn't quite reach.

Little did I know, the full moon was rising, and with it, the truth about Max's mysterious nature would soon be revealed.