Romans & histoires I Saw A Werewolf With A Chinese Menu

“I hope to see you around here more often, Luna Eleanor.” I offer a faint smile and a small nod. It’s the best I can manage. We spend the next few hours tasting samples of every werewolf dish we can find. I explain all of them to him—where they come from, what’s in them, which ones my pack would love or absolutely hate. He nearly breathes fire after eating a spicy roast boar and turns as red as the stew he couldn’t finish. I laugh so hard my stomach hurts. Then I nearly choke on a fagberry pie he insists on feeding me. He panics, I cough, we both cry-laugh. It's chaos. Beautiful, stupid chaos.

Well, what do I expect their food to eat here when the only foods in the world are made from animals, fruits, and vegetables? "Thank you, Old Remi," I thanked her with a sincere smile as I tasted the food she cooked for me. Old Remi's chicken soup is delicious, although I don't know what kind of recipe is this. But really tasty. "By the way, where is Linux?" I asked as I remembered the man who looked like a dog but turned out to be a werewolf demon. "He's just somewhere nearby. He must be thinking now about what happened to Sabina and how to get revenge on Sirus."

Cali didn't answer, she just took up her plate and cup and left me alone around the table. I really hated the way she was treating me. Before I was a large piece of cooked porked with mashed potatoes and green beans. It smelled delicious. I didn't hesitate to eat it. I was hungry. I went into and started eating with my hand. The food felt warm against my hand and my taste buds were running with water, loving the taste of the delicious meal. I was enjoying it and I learned another thing about werewolves they didn't eat raw meat as I expected them to, they lived as humans did.

My pup was alive. But as soon as I sat up, I saw him. He was standing at my feet, my crying baby in his arms, his childlike eyes glittering with a wickedness that made me shiver. He was grinning widely from ear to ear, a cruel, triumphant smile that sent a fresh wave of terror through me. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice a low, raspy purr. "If it isn't a fucking werewolf." The human from the restaurant.

Abbie’s POV I took a fork filled with grilled chicken to my mouth and moaned as the flavors exploded in my mouth, closing my eyes and sighing. Hunter chuckled as he devoured his steak with rice and beans. Let me tell you something, werewolves are freaking carnivores! And I mean it. Especially the men, they freaking love meat. And- especially Hunter. He's a damn carnivore, but he also has a thing for Mexican food. Everything needed to be smothered with hot sauce.

he said to his butler and walked out of the house He snapped his fingers, and they appeared in front of the market It was too noisy. Zia got surprised to see many other creatures Some have horns on their back and some have horns on their heads, and foreheads. She saw a wolf turning into a human right there in the market while buying meat "what meat do you want?" he asked [Animal] she replied while being too busy observing the surroundings She was looking at a blue-white shade werewolf walking in the middle [how beautiful] she thought looking at his fur which is shining, and he suddenly looked at her

The two Deltas followed her while she walked quite calmly through the busy streets. Telores was very busy, even busier than he thought before. Downtown she could find more businesses running well. She chose to eat at a small tavern which was quite crowded. She mingled easily and it made her very happy. After living for a while among the werewolves and always being hated, she felt much better when no one even paid attention to her. She took this as an acceptance from them. She wasn't kicked out, wasn't persecuted. That was enough. "Oh, I heard it!" One visitor right beside her talking to another friend. The shop had very famous Chinese cuisine. It was very lively, with some authentic wooden c

“I smelled the same odor of sulfur, of burning around the demon, so I thought it might be the same” And with that, I hoped I had removed any doubt about myself. Immediately after that, a man dressed in a wine-colored uniform came as if from the past, with two steaming and aromatic coffees. Then another one came with plates full of delicious food. And if I was wondering what werewolves ate, here was my answer. Normal food, scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. My hilarious grimace caught Thea’s eye. “Did you expect another type of food?”

The villagers don’t have much time to enjoy the rain or marvel at their good fortune because they have to make preparations to stay dry until lunchtime. "You fight quite well, lady," Ms. Anastasia, who was eating red mooncakes at a cafe shop in Markkhstan Dari, heard someone's voice. She turned back to see a person wearing black clothes, standing with folded hands and smiling at her. Due to smiling, his front teeth became visible, and his black eyes were bright. Because of his wolfish scent, she recognized that he is also a werewolf, so she turned her neck back and started eating the red mooncakes placed in front of her again.

Their manners were better than a normal restaurant. The crowd wasn’t huge, no swarming, no crazy fan behavior. Most people cooperated with the crew and treated us like ordinary servers. But there’s always an exception. Near the window booths, three foreign werewolves, blond hair, blue eyes, sat chatting in Louwen Pack’s language. Suddenly, the woman in the red dress crooked a finger at Yvonne. Yvonne hurried over and greeted them in International Wolf tongue. But the red‑dress woman’s face darkened.