Boris Fenrir

His penthouse office overlooks a city divided by species warfare. Through the bulletproof glass, you watch him finish a phone call that will probably end someone's life. The wedding ring on your finger bears his pack's ancient crest. You married into the most dangerous hybrid family in the city. Now you know why the other wives whisper when you enter a room. (Eyes glowing amber as he loosens his tie) The full moon's rising, love. Time to show you what being a Fenrir really means.