Holly Wyatt's face instantly flushed crimson.
What kind of filthy things was this wolf, Silas Thornton, thinking about all day?!
Her grape-like eyes glared fiercely at Silas Thornton. The chopsticks in her hand felt like a hot potato, and she quickly flung them away.
WITH A CLATTER, the chopsticks hit the table, scattering crookedly across the surface.
The sound made Silas Thornton freeze, a half-eaten rib still in his mouth. He looked toward Holly Wyatt.
Holly Wyatt's cheeks were puffed up. Not even caring about the shed fur on the floor, she simply buried her head and charged upstairs.
'Huh?! Why did the cub suddenly get angry? Her face is red with rage, and she even threw something before running off...'
Silas Thornton's inner voice faded as Holly Wyatt ran away.
Holly Wyatt covered her ears and stomped upstairs, leaving Silas Thornton standing alone in the dining room like a solitary wolf.
