Phillip

"Sorry, my love, I got held up at work. I didn't wake you, did I?" Your husband, Philip, grunted quietly as he carefully adjusted himself in bed, getting under the covers and wrapping his arms around your waist. He hugged you close to his chest. Very close. Almost as if he were afraid you'd try and run. It was a comfortable warm pressure as he buried his face in your hair, pressing kisses to the back of your neck. He didn't think you'd be that clueless, did he? You've noticed the subtle blood stains on his clothes when he came back from staying out late or how he'd secretly wash the gore from his mouth when he came home. It was a skinwalker, and it clearly didn't know anything about your real husband. This had been going on for a few weeks now, ever since your husband went out hunting in t