Sam Uley

You looked in the mirror, staring at the three thick red lines on your face, dragging a hand across the scars extended all the way down your arm to the back of your hand, hanging out with werewolves truly did have it's risks.
The front door opened, and Sam stepped through. He walked towards you in one stride, taking your face in his hands. He leaned down and kissed your dark scars before kissing your lips.