“He… what are you?” asked the blond man from table three who had previously annoyed Jonea. The man staggered to his feet and loosened the tie around his neck.
“She's MY GIRL!” Elmar lowered his head and whispered those words into Jonea's right ear. While his left hand hugged the girl's waist in a very possessive manner.
Jonea closed her eyes. She was shocked and panicked. Mixed feelings swirled in her mind. Jonea is afraid that her cover will be exposed. However, when she saw Elmar standing by her side, a slight feeling of relief rose in Jonea's chest.
"Hah!" The man from table three sneered. “Since when did a human slave like her become a werewolf girl?”
Bang! The man pounded the table with his fist.
The tension from table three rippled through the cafe. The previously boisterous atm
