I Saw A Werewolf With A Chinese Menu Novels & Stories

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.

My eyes widened in amazement. “Good?” Noah asked. I nodded. “So good.” They visibly relaxed. Moments like this made me think we could actually be nice to each other without wanting to bite each others heads off. A man appeared with plates on a tray. He had piercings at spots similar to the pretty lady’s. His brown hair poked from underneath his hat. “Boys,” he acknowledged placing a plate each in front of them. It was steak. Rare. I could still see the blood in it. I never could stomach werewolf food. I almost threw up at the sight.

(( I'll give you a call when we're ready to come back okay Walt, so you can either go back to the pack or have a little fun while you wait, the choice is yours but no drinking okay )) { okay Luna, I'd browse around at the shopping centre's until you're ready } (( okay, see you )) [ It, takes a minute for your eyes to adjust when you walk inside, it's rather dark for privacy ] I nod and walk in behind her, boy she wasn't kidding, thank goddess for werewolf vision! we make our way to the bar < hey there beautiful, you're back and you brought a friend, hi how are you? > (( I'm fine thank you )) the bartender tells me about their signature cocktail which I take and then gives us menus, people? a

It had escaped me that Quade and I could now mind link with one another. The ladies that prepared our dinner came out, carrying trays and bowls off food in hand. I could get the distinct aroma of mac and cheese, mash, spaghetti, steaks, cheeseburgers, and much more. Werewolves generally had bottomless appetites, which meant we ate a lot because our body burned the nutrients quicker.

I heard a chuckle from Bradley. He was trying to make me think I was crazy, so that I could let go of what I had seen. But I wasn’t about to let him make me second guess myself when I knew I had been completely sober. Never in my life had I ever had hallucinations and delusions so trying to pathologize me was not going to work. “I saw Leon turn. There was another witness, Rafael. Is he also a werewolf, because he vanished fast?” Mr. Morgenstern finally realised I was dead serious. He glanced at Bradley whose expression did not change. Mr. Morgenstern turned back to me. “Come to my house at seven pm for dinner, all of you excluding the young one.”

The moment was broken when a waiter came to take their orders. " Good evening. My name is Wang Ro and I'll be your waiter. Are you ready to order?" It was a polite teenage boy who seemed to be Mercedes's age. He was cute as well, and he seemed to be enthralled by Mercedes, who didn't sit well with Felix. Roland stirred feeling possessed, but Felix managed to suppress him before he could rip the boy to shreds. One of the downsides of being a werewolf in the human world was risking losing control and transforming in front of people. That must never happen, or it would shake the balance between the human and supernatural worlds.

Maybe tonight, I could focus on something other than my hidden agenda. We sat down, and I picked up the menu. It didn’t take long for me to realize that the restaurant was owned by a werewolf. The dishes catered to our kind, and I settled on a rare steak. While we waited for our food, I noticed August’s eyes constantly drifting to me. I smiled sheepishly, feeling a little awkward but flattered. To break the silence and ease the tension, I decided to steer the conversation toward something useful. “I didn’t know you were part of Hunter’s pack,” I said, trying to sound casual.

I adorned my wrist with a gold watch to which I am constantly checking to prevent myself from getting late in this very important event. After ensuring that I am looking at my very best, I immediately boarded my blue Chevrolet Camaro and headed to the venue. I booked for the Deli Poco Restaurant, one of the best restaurants in town. Here, they served the best steak you could eat. They also have a great menu for vegetarians if my mate was one. You see, that was one of the most common misconceptions about werewolves. People were quick to judge that we only eat meat and not capable of eating just greens.

“Really? This is your usual?” “I’m a werewolf, cutie. And so are you now. Don’t expect salad or you usual fish cake.” She winked, and we both dug in like we hadn’t eaten in years. And I hated to admit it… but she was right. I was a werewolf, and this steak tasted like heaven with a side of testosterone. ~~~ BACK AT SIEGE UNIVERSITY

The tension is palpable, yet beneath it lies a thread of connection, frayed but not entirely severed. The dining table, a veritable feast for carnivorous appetites, overflows with an indulgent selection of dishes tailored to my preference. Predominantly featuring an assortment of meats, the spread showcases culinary delights that would satiate even the most voracious werewolf cravings. I haven't had a proper meal since Frida's death, so the maids are going all out on this dinner.