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?

'Ah... that feels so good... pet me...'


Silas Thornton leaned in closer, and in her daze, Holly Wyatt actually touched his wolf ears!


Her face was a mask of shock as she stared at the warm wolf ears under her fingertips.


Silas acted like a little puppy sniffing for a scent, nuzzling into her embrace, wishing he could just place his ears entirely in her palm.


Holly's eyes widened, fixated on the wolf ears trembling incessantly in her palm.


They were soft, and even the cartilage felt pliable.


She could even make out the pink ridges of his inner ear canal—so delicate, with veins pulsing clearly beneath the skin.


Silas lowered his head and nuzzled her palm again.


Holly swallowed hard. After less than a second of internal struggle, she couldn't help but pinch the tip of his ear with her index finger and gently rub it.


Chapter 66 - Chapter 66: A Little Harder, It's Too Light