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?

Before the pack of wolves could react, Silas Thornton had vanished.


Where he had stood, only a single red rose remained.


A slender hand was raised, knuckles descending gently. The knock was as light as a tickle; one would have to listen closely to even hear it.


Scott Sterling furiously shouted at the door, "Gina Gable! Gina! Open up! I know you're in there! How could you just throw me out without a single word of explanation!?"


"WOOF WOOF!" Buddy, at Scott Sterling's feet, barked in support. He then lowered his head, picked up the cat bed that had been tossed out with them, and placed it by Scott's feet.


"Gina! Gina!" Scott Sterling yelled again.


A few teenage girls walked by in the hallway, whispering to each other as they looked at Scott Sterling.


One of them boldly stepped forward, her face flushed with excitement. "Excuse me... are you Scott Sterling?"


Chapter 204 - Chapter 204: He's Not a Lunatic, You Are