Ingrid's POV

"Hi, you didn't eat breakfast?" I asked when he opened the door for me. He just looked at me lazily because of it.

"Where?" he asked.

"At home," I said with a smile.

"Werewolf," he said, so I couldn't help but frown. Will he really act so tough? Starting yesterday, his answer was purely muttering.

"You still won't accept my sorry?" I ask.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Huh?" I also ask because my question is already clear.

"Hatdog," he said. I don’t know if I’m being bullied or what.

"What? Do you think I'm still happy with what you're doing?” I asked, glaring at him now. He didn't speak...