Holly Wyatt's eyes lit up, her round eyes shining with delight. She nudged his thigh with the tip of her pen, as if urging him on.
Faint gasps echoed through the living room. All the wolves, who had been keeping their heads down, couldn't help but look at Holly Wyatt, their eyes filled with worry.
They knew how terrifying Silas Thornton was when he was angry and were afraid Holly Wyatt would get caught in his rage.
But in the next moment, the row of wolves at the front suddenly felt the oppressive aura of the King of Wolves hanging over their heads vanish. The air filled with a sense of lighthearted joy.
"Let's go. Time for dinner." Silas Thornton was the first to stand up, taking the drawing board and discreetly shaking his leg.
'WAAAH… The cub just poked me with the tip of her pen!! It's all tingly!! Shake it out! Shake it out, that's much better!'
'AWOO~ Dinner! Dinner! Can't let my cub go hungry!'
