Eve peeked up from her latest potion as Vincent rummaged through another cupboard in the kitchen. A blanket was wrapped precariously around his waist, slipping down low over his navel. It had already fallen off twice while the big male tore apart her cottage.
Eve was actually becoming used to his nakedness, not even blushing or bothering to look away anymore. If anything she was more curious about his body, sneaking glances when he wasn't looking. His trousers had been ripped and soiled beyond use, so the massive wolf had taken to wearing blankets around his waist, if anything at all.
After pulling out its contents Vincent banged the cupboard shut with a snarl and opened up the next. Eve shook her head as she watched him. Ever since that night a few days ago Vincent had been in a foul mo
