VHONN'S POV
WHEN I got off from work already, I drove my way to the mall. I bought stocks to fill Wren's refrigerator, and the rest would just be set aside on the kitchen counter. If the time would come that werewolves in human form would visit Wren and Wren had to cook food for them, there would be stocks available. Wren might be complaining to himself about our appetite.
As soon as I was done putting whatever my hands got to the handcart, I pushed it to the counter to pay for the goods. After that, I put the goods in the car's trunk and called Wren's phone.
"Remember what I've told you this morning?" the words I greeted the moment he picked the call up.
"Yeah, I am here eating street food with Brent. It's just a few meters away from the school's gate so that you won't have a hard tim
