A man with fluffy black ears atop his head and a swinging, long, black, furry tail burst into the villa with a cold and stern expression.
Holly Wyatt didn't know what was happening; though deaf and mute, she somehow heard the man's disdainful voice at that very moment.
[The cub has grown a little.]
[Still too weak.]
[How did she end up looking like this? So gaunt and scrawny, so unsightly. Standing there, she looks like a telephone pole—the shortest one, at that.]
Holly Wyatt: ...
She rubbed her fingertips together, staring at the tip of the man's tail that curled into a little heart shape, wanting to touch it...
*
Two years later.
Dressed in a camisole and hot pants, the moment she pulled open the main door, she heard the man's sharp, explosive inner shriek.
[Aaaah! Damn it! Who taught the cub to dress like this?! I was only gone for two years, where is my cub who used to be all bundled up?!]
[Give her back!!]
*
As the leader of the Wolf Clan, Silas Thornton's primary mission was to manage the pack, and his secondary mission was to raise the cub well.
One day, he discovered that the cub he was raising actually wanted to date! This meant the cub wanted to procreate!
That was unacceptable!
And so, Holly Wyatt could always hear the man's inner ramblings.
[The cub is still too young; she can't run off and procreate with some random man out there.]
[If the cub is really that desperate to procreate, I suppose I can reluctantly make a sacrifice.]
[Why doesn't the cub want to procreate yet? I'm already prepared.]
Holly Wyatt: !!?? Does this mean she can finally touch his big tail?

The living room was well-lit; she could even see black tail hairs floating in the air.


One of them landed on the tip of her nose, coming to a gentle stop.


Holly Wyatt couldn't help it. She sneezed.


'Hmm? Does the cub have a cold? I just chased that old Wizard away. He went to find Cecilia Thornton.'


Silas Thornton, still fuming, grabbed Holly Wyatt's wrist and started pulling her out of the villa.


Holly Wyatt stopped in her tracks. Her eyes lowered to the few scattered black hairs on the floor. She pulled her hand back and quickly wrote, "What's wrong?"


"You have a cold. We're going to find the Wizard."


"I just sneezed because my nose was itchy."


Silas Thornton said no more, his dark eyes staring intently at her, as if trying to tell if she was lying.


'The cub doesn't want to see a doctor!!! Is the cub afraid of shots? That won't do!! If a sick cub isn't treated, it could easily die prematurely!'


Chapter 35 - Chapter 35: 6 Hairs! What a Haul! What a Haul