My Husband Is a Wolf

"Mmm..." The person on the bed was still trapped in a painful nightmare, eyes tightly shut with no sign of opening. His face was as pale as a bloodless sheet of white paper, lifeless. Large beads of sweat slid from his forehead, soaking the hair at his temples before rolling down his cheeks and onto the pillowcase, where they left a dark stain. His fingers seemed ready to dig into the bedsheet beneath him. His knuckles had turned white with the force of his grip, and the sheet was crumpled beneath his hands, its deep creases mirroring the pain and struggle within him. It was clear he was suffering through a terrible nightmare, one that felt almost real as it clung tightly to him and left him unable to escape.