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's lips twitched, but she said nothing. A flash of disappointment flickered in her eyes.


"It's late. Go to bed." Gina Gable's voice was low. With her head bowed, she walked straight into the bedroom.


She, who always used to pull Scott Sterling into the bedroom with her before bed, now seemed to have forgotten their nightly ritual.


The moment the bedroom door closed, the atmosphere grew so strange that even Buddy could tell something was wrong.


Scott Sterling stared at the closed bedroom door and slammed his front paws down on the refrigerator.


Buddy cautiously looked up. After meeting Scott Sterling's piercing gaze, it whimpered and dejectedly scrambled under the sofa.


Scott Sterling sat primly before the bedroom door. Staring at the handle, he leapt up effortlessly.


Scott Sterling's eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at his soft, pink paws.


Gina Gable lay on the bed, her mind a blank.


Chapter 201 - Chapter 201: Escape