Working hard always put Wilder in the mood for a good meal- especially since he was a werebear, he’d have to eat a ton more calories than the normal human or he’d die, but that was a thought for a different day. So he’d called up one of his mates, someone he hadn’t seen in awhile to come have dinner with him. The barbecue on the patio was going, and the smell of steak, and bacon wrapped asparagus filled the air. “Steele!” Wilder shouted into the tree house where Steele had gone to get them more wine. “How raw do you want your steak?”Â
He smirked to himself at the question, it’d amused him, but there was a hint of truth to it- for both of them. Wilder was definitely not a stranger to eating raw meat, as a bear, and hell, sometimes when it was close to the full moon he could be known to go to the store, buy a steak and eat it in the parking lot straight from the package. He had to assume he wasn’t the only person on the island who did that, with all of the weres around, there had to be someone who like their meat on the not cooked at all side.Â
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