18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 475

Cooper couldn't quite decide if he was feeling guilty or just completely oblivious to the pain as he wagged his tail non-stop at the person cleaning up his mess. Lying in the snow, he exposed his belly, begging for a rub.

Stella was fuming. She quickly knelt down to check his wounds.

There were two gashes on his leg, clearly from sharp teeth, and his back bore distinct claw marks.

Stella examined the corner of his mouth, where he was hurt, and found a tuft of white fur.

This fur... a polar bear?

Impossible, the size difference was too great.

Jasper surveyed the scene and guessed, "Wolf?"

Stella instinctively thought that couldn't be right. After all, it had been ten years since the calamity, and life was tough even for humans, let alone animals...

But then again, the survival instinct of animals was no less than that of humans. Perhaps some had indeed survived.

A Snowflake?

Had Cooper lost or won?

Without further thought, ensuring there was no danger around, Stella carried him into Arcadia.

After disinfecting and bandaging his wounds, she pointed at his nose and scolded, "Cooper, if you ever dare to be this reckless again, believe me, I'll throw you out, you hear?" What could Cooper say? He just played the pathetic card and kept wagging his tail.

Reprimanding him for half an hour wasn't enough for Stella; she even vented on Jasper, "Aren't you supposed to be his trainer? Look how you've spoiled him into being so rebellious." Chasing after an Arctic wolf, truly courting death!

He was lucky to come back alive today, but what about next time?

Jasper took the scolding in silence, "......"

Despite her anger, knowing Cooper couldn't jump around with his injuries, Stella bundled him into a backpack.

They left Arcadia, braving the biting wind as they made their way home.

With all the commotion, it was dark by the time they got back.

Stella was serious this time. She made Cooper sit on the floor for a time-out, and at dinner, he got nothing, not even a whiff of the steamy chicken legs.

Cooper looked pleadingly at Rosie, his doggy eyes spinning.

Rosie didn't dare intercede; his sister-in-law was genuinely furious.

After dinner, Jasper began a two-hour lecture on doggy discipline.

It wasn't until Stella's expression softened that he finally stopped the reeducation.

morning, as Stella was enjoying her sleep, Cooper

his charm offensive was

turned her

sat stubbornly, refusing to

the morning, Stella knelt down

was no sign of

a remarkable ability to heal; the wound had closed up in

this time, he behaved exceptionally well, doing everything to please his human, almost

had learned his lesson, he ran off

her arms, the next he bolted

patrolled the snow mounds periodically but

could follow,

frustrated she could feel her liver ache.

the wolves were really out for group revenge, she wouldn't stand a chance

own

scanning the horizon with the

later, a brown shadow appeared in the

in surprise, "It's Cooper,

expected, he was

him once was love,

Stella gritted her teeth and gave him a couple of lashes with a switch, even

be the

starved him for a

ideological education must

to her face, but as soon as

was

lean white shadow darting across

it would have been invisible

after it with abandon, as swift as

caught up with, and the two tumbled in the

Stella reached for her pistol, aiming to shoot the Snowflake, but it was

only to find the two were fighting

moving too fast, entangled together, making it

tossed the gun to Jasper,

marksmanship was legendary; there was no way he could

aim, but the Snowflake was fighting and moving,

distance and still unable to

grabbing the

that the Snowflake blended into the

locked in a

accident Cooper was injured or killed, Jasper seriously

was a wolf, Cooper didn't seem to be

the fight went on, whether from exhaustion or lack of