To her, it was a passing romance, something to occupy her as she searched for a way back to the man she loved.
Or so it seemed to him.
To him, she was a goddess, the one woman who could save him from his past, the only woman who could love him, accept him, make him feel for the first time that he wasn't a monster.
But she couldn't know that.
To him, she was lost, the woman who had loved him, changed him, made everything okay for the first time in his life.
But she couldn't return to him.
For as time went on, her feelings for him faded, he fought to convince her that he was worth her love, he became a distant memory to her.
To her, he was everything she could ever need, her god of mischief, the man she was to spend eternity with, the silver rings on their fingers signifying the unbreakable bond between them.
To him, she became a wife, his bad wolf, and he would fight against every power in the universe to keep her by his side until every atom in the universe dissipated and faded into nothingness, until time itself froze, until he could fight no more.
To him, she became a shadow, a ghost, the woman who had come and been ripped away, her presence forever by his side as her influence continued to shape him. He missed her, but it was time for her to move on, to remain safe and go on with her life as so many companions had before her.
He wouldn't have expected any different.
And they wouldn't have changed a thing.