The music echoing around the kitchen from the radio she turn on. Monica sway her hips along with the music while she was engrossed in drinking blood from a blood bag.A faint sound of her voice coming from her mouth, singing along to the song.

Her hair is tied into a ponytail with few baby hair of hers falling down her forehead. Until a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, she doesn’t need to turn around to figure it out.

“You’re home early Wolfie.” she says with a faint smile.