174 Cook a pot of poop

**Elizabeth's POV**

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Hunger woke me from my dream.

I went to the door and looked out through the crack. I wanted to see if it was daylight, but to my horror, I saw an eye.

Someone was spying on me!

I took several frightened steps backward and almost fell to the ground.

After a few seconds, I calmed down because I could smell the odor of a werewolf on the one outside the door.

I hurried up to open the door, but the werewolf who had been spying on me had already left. All I could see was the back of a man.

I immediately went after him, but the man walked very fast and soon disappeared from my sight.

I was curious to know who the werewolf was. But then I remembered the vampire's warning that I was not allowed to leave my room without permission.

I walked towards my room as I thought. Suddenly, I smelled the aroma of food.

It turned out that I had passed by the kitchen.

There was no one in the kitchen. Only a large pot was steaming. It looked like the chef had temporarily left in the mid