I AM MI6

The piercing shriek of your alarm clock jolts you half out of your skin, a familiar shock even after twenty years. Beside you, Evelyn stirs but remains curled up in peaceful sleep.
Your wolf within relaxes, sensing no immediate threat. You smile, leaning down to kiss your wife’s shoulder before sitting up, the quiet domestic scene a stark contrast to the life you truly lead. Today is your first day back at your “insurance job” – the cover for your real work at MI6.
The cry of a baby from the monitor on the bedside table signals a different kind of duty. “Just on time,” you chuckle, seeing Evelyn stir again. “You stay in bed,” you tell her with a grin, heading out to face the morning chaos of your four-month-old twin daughters, Charlotte and Faye.