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.

Stella was enjoying her sleep, Cooper sneaked in, nudging her with

his charm

her back

sat stubbornly, refusing to

in the morning, Stella knelt down to

was no

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

doing

he had learned his lesson, he

he was cuddling in her arms, the next he bolted

the snow mounds periodically but never found any tracks. Just as

could follow, he was already

was so frustrated she could feel her liver ache. She sat down

group revenge, she wouldn't

on seeking his own

frantic, constantly scanning the horizon

later, a brown shadow appeared in

"It's Cooper,

expected, he was injured

once was love, but twice

her teeth and gave him a couple of

seeking death-defying challenges, must be the

she starved him for a whole

education must

promised all too well to her face, but as soon as his wounds healed,

time, Stella was hot on

a lean white shadow

white all over, it would have been invisible

with abandon, as swift as the

and the two tumbled in the snow,

shoot the Snowflake, but it

switched to a submachine gun, only to find the two were fighting too fiercely, now buried

moving too fast, entangled together, making

she tossed the gun to Jasper, "Your

was no

took aim, but the Snowflake was fighting and moving, now more than two hundred

short distance and still unable to hit the

grabbing

that the Snowflake blended into the snow, making precision shooting extremely

dog and a wolf were locked in a tight chase; a careless shot could easily

Cooper was injured or killed, Jasper seriously doubted Stella would spare his

though the opponent was a wolf, Cooper didn't seem to be at

or lack of desire to