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?

Gina Gable reached out and squished Holly Wyatt's cheeks, scrunching up her features. "Alright, stop looking so glum. Just go give it a try. Whether it works out or not depends on your own abilities, doesn't it?"


Holly Wyatt struggled to speak, softly letting out a single sound. "Ah..."


Gina Gable raised an eyebrow and let go of her. "Can you speak in full sentences now?"


She could still only get sounds out one at a time, and only simple interjections at that.


She rarely spoke. Only at night would she face the mirror, listen to Silas Thornton's thoughts from next door, and practice two words over and over—Silas Thornton.


The city lights glowed as glasses clinked and fleeting moments shimmered past. Holly Wyatt tilted her head in a daze, dazedly staring down at her pale yellow, off-the-shoulder gown. Her hand was held by Silas Thornton, who stood beside her, and was resting in the crook of his arm.


Chapter 59 - Chapter 59: The Tail Hit the Cub