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?

Silas Thornton's mind went into a tailspin, his face filled with panic. "What did you say?!"


"Holly Wyatt is missing!" Thornton the Wizard repeated anxiously, glancing back at the wolves scrambling frantically around the estate. "We've searched the whole place. Nothing!"


Silas Thornton's breathing hitched. He turned to go find her, but a glimpse of the pathetic Lynn Fletcher on the floor stopped him. "Lock this thing up first," he said in a deep voice.


Before Thornton the Wizard could finish, Silas Thornton had vanished.


Thornton the Wizard paused, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the woman on the floor who reeked of blood and piss.


"Vincent! Vincent!" Thornton the Wizard yelled toward the estate. "Come get this thing and lock it in the cellar! The Lord of the Wolves and I are going out to search!"


In the pitch-black bedroom, a pair of dark pupils shone exceptionally bright.


Chapter 149 - Chapter 149: I'm Here, Don't Be Afraid