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 puffed out her cheeks and tilted her head, speechless, glancing at Silas Thornton's fluffy, jet-black head.


She raised her hand, her fingertips grabbing a strand of his hair and giving it a gentle tug.


'AWOO~ AWOO~ The cub is pulling my fur!!! AWOO~~ It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!'


Holly Wyatt subconsciously let go, staring at her fingertips in confusion.


'Is Silas Thornton just being dramatic!?'


The tail around her waist tightened, as if desperate to squeeze her into his very bones and marrow.


Holly Wyatt's fair face gradually flushed crimson.


'WAHHH... The cub doesn't want me anymore!'


'AWOO~ AWOO~ WAHHH... This poor wolf!! He's all alone now! WAHHH...'


The howls grew more and more mournful, nearly shattering Holly Wyatt's eardrums.


Holly Wyatt couldn't push him away, nor could she communicate with him. She could only let him continue his drunken fit.


Chapter 123 - Chapter 123: The Real First Kiss