Thorns

*I reluctantly pull at the furs that cover me, I grunt in frustration only to be left in my underwear. I look with my half-closed eyes at what is supposed to be my loyal wolf, he looks at me with a clear growl in warning if I get any closer, I envy my fucking pet that takes up more than half of my bed in my wife's small arms. I look up at the figure of the most stubborn and unpredictable woman I have ever met in my life; Her face is flushed from crying before falling asleep, she hugs Ghost while he sleeps, her fragile and small body is spasming from crying from the incredible tantrum she dared to throw at me. I approach, stretching my hand towards his cheek but Ghost growls at me louder, I growl at him too and reluctantly lie down on the wooden sofa since my own bed is invaded and I wouldn't dare refute and make things worse with that woman. , I preferred to just sleep on the fucking couch. I hate seeing her cry because of me, I don't deserve her tears *