“Give me your purse,” the wolfman commanded on the next morning.

Monica was surprised to see there was no food on the table. She was getting used to him cooking all the time. It was nice to feel spoiled at least once in a while. Although, could this be considered spoiling? They were almost strangers, and she was something like a prisoner.

“Excuse me?” She stared, her lips tugging down.

“There is no more food left. I need to go to the closest store and get some,” he explained with a dissatisfied look on his face.

“And you think you're going alone?! You've got the wrong person here if you...