Rabid Wolves

Ashley. I was busy wiping out crumbs at the back of my fridge with a cloth when a knock sounded at my door. “That was quick,” I murmured to myself and quickly got up, closing the door of the small fridge and headed for the door. I placed down the cloth and threw my hair over my shoulder, then made sure my sweater was still decent. When I pulled open the door, I couldn’t help gape in surprise at the delivery man. “Oh, hi. You’re not…” My eyes fell on the bags he held out with a polite smile. “We’ve been asked to deliver these to you.” “I…” my gaze fell back on the bags, spotting a few cans of canned fish in there. I took the bag from the delivery guy and peered inside, noting a serviette with something scribbled on it. I pulled it out to read and snorted a laugh, nodding at the delivery man. “I guess these are meant for me after all. Thank you.” The delivery man turned, then stopped, twisting back to face me and holding a finger up. “Oh, yeah. I was asked to pass you a message.” “Yeah?”