I can feel my panther stir within me, closer to the surface, and I let it.

I finish the steak in five minutes, barely chewing. Once the meat satiates me, I go to wash my hands in the sink, feeling like an ill-mannered creature. Seline has provided utensils as well. I grab the rest of the food and go sit back by the shelf, eating the potatoes in a more refined manner.

I barely get through two bites of the luscious chocolate cake before my eyes start drifting shut. My stomach full, I find ...