I Saw A Werewolf With A Chinese Menu の小説・ストーリー

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.

Gosh, Uncle Wenziel taught me a lot, so I really look nothing like a woman when I'm with my Uncle. Finally… I laughed, I guess I'm having my luck today. I've become wealthy right away! But the stares in their eyes doesn't look so fun anymore. Hey! No hold up is gonna happen here. Don't be cunning guys, even if you are werewolves. Don't mug a helpless human like me. I stared at my watch, just two hours before lunchtime. I entered a restaurant known here in this area. Outside of this town, vampires could be seen predominantly, but in this place, all I could see are werewolves and some humans who are used to being with them.

Deep lacerations covered his flesh, resembling the bite marks of a wild animal. My gaze shifted to the victim's torn clothing, noticing the remnants of what appeared to be animal fur. "Look closely, Officer Ralph," Dr. Steph urged, pointing to the wounds. "These injuries are consistent with the accounts we read in one of the wolf books at the city library." My eyes widened in realization. "Werewolves," I muttered, myvoice barely audible. Dr. Steph nodded solemnly. "It seems that the truth may be more chilling than we initially thought. The cannibal is not just a deranged human. He possesses a connection to the supernatural—a connection to the world of werewolves."

Werewolves are known to have enormous appetites, an adult male werewolf could eat twice what an adult human male would eat and still not get filled up. As soon as we entered the restaurant, my mouth watered as the scent of cooked meals filled the air. I choose a table at the far corner to avoid being seen by anyone that enters, if not I would be bombarded with greetings the whole time I spend there. We ordered brown rice, roasted beef, potato salad, and a bottle of wine. "A feast." Mark snickered. "A feast indeed." Justin laughed. We entirely focused on the food for a few moments. It was all amazing, we were in complete silence and after the meal, we all decided to come back later in the day

“Let’s make this date of ours a bit more fun, shall we?” “How?” “We both get to ask each other three questions each. What do you say?” I was wise enough to know that I didn’t have a choice in the matter. “That’s fine with me?” “Good” He shoves the menu across the table towards me. “Feel free to order whatever” Picking up the menu, I frowned at I read the list. Nothing here seemed edible for a werewolf. “What sort of place is this?” Xendith laughed. “Is that your first question?”

Rea explained, "Luna, we can detect the scent of your mated and marked status. Because you’re mated to the alpha, it’s very noticeable. For other werewolves like us, it’s not as strong." I realized my own scent had diminished due to the mating. "I see. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll have my breakfast now." They handed me a substantial amount of meat, including a tomato-based deer meat soup, which made my mouth water. My appetite was through the roof, and I could easily consume a large adult boar. I was thoroughly enjoying my meal when someone hugged me tightly, causing me to cough. "Hey, I’m eating," I said. He pouted and looked at me with puppy eyes. Kaiden could be so immature at times.

However, it is also accompanied with the other werewolf’s scent. So, my hunch is right. The werewolves are in the private rooms. The hostess points towards an available table. I smile and chime, “Thanks,” as I take the seat along the wall. The hostess places a menu in front on me on the table. She says something but my mind can’t pull itself away from the alluring coffee smell that keeps tickling my nose. I have even blocked out that disgusting scent of the other werewolf that comes along with it.