Honey's stomach growled with the delicious smell of the food she brought, but he refused to give in. If what she said was true and her wolf chose him as her mate, twenty-four hours without food would be her breaking point. He eventually fell asleep and dreamed about mountains of chocolate cake.
The sun was peeking over the horizon and casting shadowy streaks of light into the truck when he woke. Turning slightly, he saw Mandy carry away the previous night's dinner. Fifteen minutes later she returned with another tray. He turned his back again and refused to acknowledge her. The smells floating around the small confines of the truck made it nearly impossible to resist the food, but he had no doubt, in the long run, his hunger strike would be effective.