CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The restaurant, called Big Belly, serves massive sandwiches, piled high with meat. It’s werewolf heaven. The waitress seems impressed at my order, and even more impressed when I finish it all.

“You were right,” I tell Caleb. “This place is amazing.”

“To humans, these are huge portions,” Caleb laughs. “The first time I came here, I didn’t quite realize that they put so much meat on them, so I ordered three sandwiches like I usually do.”

I nod. We wolves eat differently than humans, and we need large amounts of meat and other proteins.

“I finished all three of them, and they took a picture of me to put on their wall!” Caleb points, and sure enough, there’s a picture of him looking somewhat confused and sitting next to three empty plates. Above it, someone has written BIG BELLY’S WORLD RECORD HOLDER.

I laugh. “Caleb, we’re supposed to keep a low profile among humans, not go around setting world records!”

He shrugs. “Between you and me, I think the chef might be a shifte