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?

Holly Wyatt woke up very early, putting on a black business suit for her interview.


She stood before her bedroom vanity mirror, staring at the temporary ID badge on her chest as anxiety began to well up inside her.


The night before, Silas Thornton's thoughts had been a constant stream of worry that she wouldn't pass today's interview. His rambling anxieties had somehow managed to quell her own immense nervousness, allowing her to grow calm and even sleep soundly.


It wasn't until she changed into the clothes Silas Thornton had prepared for her that morning that the reality of the interview set in, and her entire body instantly tensed up.


Holly Wyatt stared at the temporary ID badge in the mirror and raised a hand to touch its back.


Tucked inside was a single fur from Silas Thornton's tail that she had placed there last night.


In a way, Silas Thornton was accompanying her.


Chapter 83 - Chapter 83: Speak, Baldy