"I'm sorry," Phoebe apologized, realizing she hadn't meant to say that, but it was the truth.
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I…" Phoebe found herself at a loss for words.
"Phoebe, relax. I'm not a wolf who's going to eat you."
She froze for a second, surprised by his comment. But, well, he was a wolf.
"Open your mouth and eat this bowl of food." His commanding tone was authoritative but oddly comforting to Phoebe.
She felt conflicted. She hadn't eaten much for several days, and her stomach had shrunk. Just finishing one bowl had left her feeling stuffed, and this was already the third bowl he'd served her. She couldn't eat anymore, or her stomach might burst.
As she saw him prepare to feed her again, Phoebe looked at him weakly and said, "I'm full. I really can't eat any more."
She wa
