Megan's POV

When he spotted me, his eyes sparkled, and a smile that resembled a grimace spread over his face. I hurriedly looked away from him so as not to offend him. His teeth were stained crimson with blood, and he had large, pointed canines that protruded. I could smell new kill blood on his fur as the crisp air flowed. I ducked lower to the ground with my tail tucked between my knees as he marched at me.

Did he dislike the meals I prepared?

Has my departure upset him?

Did he want to punish me this morning before I left? taunt me for assuming I could put my...