“I thought Davidson stocked up yesterday. Isn’t he supposed to stock up every Friday? I could have sworn yesterday was Friday,” Mattias grumbled as he stared into the almost empty refrigerator in the kitchen. A gust of cold air blew in his face with the delicious smell of meat but there was no meat in the damn thing.
The smell was obviously of the stock that had last occupied the freezer. All he could see was a lot of ice and chicken. Who the hell bought chicken for werewolves?
“The old man is tripping, man. Isn’t he supposed to make sure groceries are always taken care of?” He was hungry after running around with Callum that morning, he needed food. How the hell did they expect him to build his body into a strong enforcer if he didn’t eat? He was beginning to feel like his w
