Ivan
"I'm gonna kill him," I growled, staring at the massacre before me. "I'll fucking tear him to shreds."
"It's just jerky," Brandon laughed, staring at the bags of my secret stash, which were all now gone. "You can buy some more."
"That's not the point," I huff, picking up the bags. "They were mine!"
"How do you know it wasn't Nefera?" Vince smirked, pointing to the armchairs across my desk for the girls to sit. Tatiana didn't say it, but we all knew she wouldn't talk to us without Zoe with her. She'd become her instant comfort blanket.
"She hates jerky," She did, and I knew even in a starved state, she wouldn't touch it unless it were the only thing there. "If it was jelly beans, I could blame her, but I keep those in the truck. Besides, Nefera doesn't have wolf teeth."