My sweet husband is a werewolf

The Myster

d to simmer just beneath the surface. At first, I thought it was just his adventurous spirit, his love for the outdoo

nfident, with a quick wit and a sharp mind. He was the kind of person who drew people to him, and I

up. He'd sometimes disappear for hours, claiming he needed time to clear his head. He'd return smell

alks in the woods. I'd try to join him, but he'd politely decline, saying he needed space to thin

ted each other's passions, and built a life filled with love, trust, and adven

something that hinted at a deeper, more mysterious world. A wor

k, like an animal's. I blinked, and the moment was gone, but the image st

ith a puzzle, a puzzle that I couldn't quite solve. Max was my husband, my partner, and my be

ing, and with it, the truth about Max's