The next morning, I disguised myself as a middle-aged woman and followed Peter. He drove alone to a remote suburb, and I cautiously tailed him.
Peter got out of his car and headed toward a supermarket.
'What can he be hiding in the suburbs?' The more I thought about it, the more serious I became, keeping my eyes fixed on Peter's direction.
Knowing that werewolves had a keen sense of smell, I applied a special potion before leaving home. It might not fool my werewolf husband, but Peter shouldn't be a problem...
Peter looked around nervously, then left the supermarket, and I continued to follow him.
The underground parking lot was dimly lit. Peter walked ahead with his hands in his pockets. As I stepped out of the elevator, ready to search for Peter, suddenly a pair of hands grabbed my
