The night before the third werewolf attack, Luke came back home feeling extremely tired and hungry, returned home at 6:30 pm to his lovely wife, Jane, who was whipping up a delectable dinner in the kitchen. As Luke entered his home, he was greeted by the familiar scent of his wife's cooking. The living room was tastefully decorated with a comfortable leather sofa, a bookshelf filled with books of various genres, and a framed photograph of the couple on their wedding day. The dining area was adjacent to the living room and was illuminated by a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Despite his intense hunger, Luke's stomach grumbled louder as the sweet aroma of the meal wafted through the air. The tantalizing smell was enough to draw him into the kitchen. "Good evening, my darling. What's cooking?" Luke inquired, slipping his arms around his wife's waist. "Welcome home, honey. I'm making tacos de Pescado. I just felt like trying something new today," Jane replied, turning on the tap t
Read more