We stopped for food as soon as we found a restaurant. It was already approaching noon. The taste of Transylvania's food was just as magical as the town’s appearance. I could feel my mouth water with each spoonful I took.

Devyn liked the food as much as I did—maybe even more than I did— because the moment he started eating, he devoured the whole thing faster than I could comprehend.

His eating habits never ceased to amaze me, and I knew it had to do something with his werewolf ...