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?

"Thank you." Silas Thornton's voice was low, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. His perpetually poker-straight face gained a touch of warmth, no longer as stiff as it used to be.


His sharp features softened, making her heart skip a beat.


Holly Wyatt lowered her gaze slightly, staring at the spotlessly clean floor and shaking her head gently.


"By the way," Silas Thornton said, lightly knocking on the door panel beside Holly Wyatt to get her attention. "This weekend, would you accompany me to a friend's birthday party?"


Holly Wyatt tilted her head slightly. The face of the detective she'd seen before flashed through her mind. "Steven Wells...?" she asked, puzzled.


Steven Wells had been injured by that tiger. Wasn't he still recuperating in bed?


'Does Silas Thornton have other friends?'


"No." Silas Thornton's fingertips brushed over the cufflink on his sleeve, stroking it lovingly. He added, "A human friend, not a wolf."


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