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, oblivious to Silas Thornton's tension, was completely absorbed in the changes to her body, her emotions running high.


Clinging to the rocks on the cliff face, she looked up at Silas Thornton above, her face alight with joy as she shouted, "I'm okay!"


Silas Thornton's brow remained tightly furrowed, but he slowly withdrew the claws he had dug into the rock.


His lips were pressed into a thin line, his face devoid of emotion, but for some reason, Holly Wyatt saw a flicker of fatherly pride in his eyes.


Holly Wyatt paused for a moment. She shook the bangs from her forehead and looked down at the nearly ninety-degree cliff face below. Steeling herself, she continued her descent.


This time, her movements were noticeably more practiced. Mimicking the wolf-cub training she had witnessed earlier, she leaped lightly, pressed her body flat against the rock face, and gripped the small, jutting stones with all her might.


Chapter 187 - Chapter 187: Does He Still See Her as a Cub?