Novel & Cerita Werewolf Restaurant San Diego

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.

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.

The walls are adorned with digital displays showcasing the past achievements of Riverbay warriors, instilling a sense of pride and motivation. At the heart of The Elysium lies the expansive cafeteria, known as The Howling Hearth. Its design mimics the shape of a great wolf’s den, with rounded edges and high ceilings that create an inviting communal space. The cafeteria features a large, central cooking area where a rotating team of chefs prepares nutritious, gourmet meals tailored to the dietary needs of werewolves.

Since it was the human world everyone around was in their human forms and only the experienced eyes could tell who was who. Everything went as planned and we were able to get the thieves stealing from me and had them transported to the pack's prison. I would have pardoned them except that they showed no remorse. "I am famished, I have not had anything to eat." I looked around to see if my favorite restaurant was still in business. It was run by a werewolf and he knew how to feed us. ************************* INSIDE RESTAURANT ************************** As soon as we entered the restaurant, the Head chef who also owns the restaurant came to meet us.

His movements were so familiar that it was as if he had done it a thousand times before. When he saw me come out, his gaze swept over me lightly before looking away. Just then, Mother came out of the master bedroom. She walked straight past me and headed toward Selena. … The whole way there, Selena walked in front with her arm linked through Kyle's. Father and Mother followed behind, talking about the details of the bonding ceremony. I walked at the very back, like an extra shadow. The restaurant was a private kitchen that specialized in werewolf cuisine. They said the chef was a retired warrior from the Silvermoon pack.

Humans asked a lot of questions. “Something… happened… when the announcement was meant to be made,” I said, becoming uncomfortable. “Did you realize Damien was your mate and decided to be his Luna instead?” I could tell she was proud of herself using wolf words. “Not exactly,” I said. We rounded a corner and stopped in front of a glass door with a coffee bean fashioned to look like a full moon tucked behind a cloud and the name “The Roaming Bean” above the logo and “Proudly Serving Wolves and Humans for 75 years.”

The cool sweet water cools my throat, slakes my thirst. Finally, I stand in front of the ...packhouse? ... from which the aroma comes. It's a strange sort of packhouse. The front is glass and I see people gathered at tables inside. Not very secure. A bright pink neon sign above the glass doors says 'Diner'. I push my way in and I see the now-empty pot which still smells of that mouthwatering stew. Behind it stands a Witch. And on a table to the side sits Silvia--with strange metal in her face, her hair shorter, but still Silvia!---whose hands are held in the giant paws of a ginger-haired werewolf who smiles at her and leans forward to whisper .... what? What is he whispering to my Silvia?

The ambiance is not that different from Lambs but considering that this is the diner for werewolves, it may seem gloomy and dark. “The steak here is great.” I looked around when he said that, I groaned when I saw what they’re eating. “That is raw meat,” I stated. He then takes a glance at the werewolves eating. “For us, that is rare.” Alarick waved his hand and a male with an apron went to our table. “A rare steak and a cooked one,” he said, emphasizing the word cooked. The cook glanced at me and nodded before he went back to his station.

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

I ask. "No, it is nothing fancy. You look great just as you are anyways." He says helpfully. Blushing, I take his hand to get off of the couch and we head out to dinner. It is such a nice evening that we opt to just walk to the restaurant. Luckily, pack life means not needing vehicles much unless there is an emergency. Dante leads the way and we shortly arrive at a little Italian restaurant that looks nice and cozy. When we walk in they direct us to a table immediately and pour us each a glass of white wine. I forgot that a perk of being a werewolf is being able to drink whatever we want once we come of age. The alcohol does not affect us unless we drink copious amounts so there normally are