Chapter 7

"I don't like you. I petted you before because you were a dog... no, a canine.

"I don't know how your werewolf tribe defines the term 'mate', but in our human world, hugs and petting don't determine a relationship."

I told him very frankly:

"For that project, I get a commission. Consider it compensation for your food expenses at my place these days. We're even now.

"I don't like you, and I don't want to be your mate. Please don't do any more weird things in the future.

"Goodbye... No, never see you again."

With that, I pulled the Labrador away.

Walking quickly, wanting to get far away from this weird werewolf.

He didn't chase after me.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

After getting home, I made beef tofu vegetable soup for the dog, along with a bowl of dog food. I sat beside it and watched it lick the plate clean, feeling very sorry for it.

"That bad werewolf made my baby go hungry for a day," I said, petting its head. "Next time we see him, let's bite him, okay?"

The dog grinned and raised its paw to high-five me.

That night, as I was sleeping hazily, I suddenly felt something furry rubbing against my chin.

Thinking it was the dog, I pushed it away subconsciously: "Baby, don't bother Mommy."

The thing paused, then rubbed even more vigorously, even sticking out its tongue to lick my neck.

Again and again, the wet and sticky sensation made my whole body tingle with heat.

I opened my eyes and found myself staring into a pair of pitch-black, narrow eyes.

They were staring straight at me, as if wanting to devour me whole.

— It was that werewolf.