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?

In the villa's living room, Holly Wyatt sat in the middle of the sofa, surrounded by the villa's wolves. A few wolves from other villas had even come to see her.


The pack of wolves chattered like machine guns, their words firing out nonstop.


Holly was struggling to keep up with them all.


The sound of clapping came from the entrance of the villa. All the wolves turned toward the door in unison, and Holly Wyatt followed their gaze.


"Quinn!" Snowy was the first to scramble out of Holly's arms, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Quinn Zeller. "Quinn, did you bring snacks?"


Quinn Zeller lowered his hands and spread them out to his sides. He covered his mouth with a light, slightly embarrassed cough. "I didn't."


Snowy snuggled back into Holly's arms, her sparkling eyes fixed on her. "Holly! Holly! Keep telling us! And then what? What happened to the guy who set up candles below your dorm? Go on!"


Chapter 43 - Chapter 43: The King of Wolves Cannot Say No