They entered the restaurant, with Monica glued to Adam. Her eyes darted around, but all the people inside looked normal. How could she distinguish a werewolf from a human?

“The corner,” Adam muttered, and they headed there, silently sitting. It was a good place because they had a good view of all the other tables.

Two steak burgers,” he ordered to the waiter, and Monica gave him a pointed look. She had a mouth, she could order for herself.

“We need to be fast. There's no time to look at the menu,” he said.

Monica remained silent and thinned her lips. Fine, if he said so.

A few minutes passed...