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.

Cooper sneaked

his charm offensive was

turned her back

stubbornly,

thing in the morning, Stella

no sign of

the wound had closed up in

doing everything

he had learned his

moment he was cuddling in her arms,

Worried they might be lurking around, Rosie patrolled the snow mounds periodically

by the time anyone could follow, he was already out

she could feel her liver ache. She sat down on

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

own demise, there was nothing Stella

frantic, constantly scanning

hour later, a brown

exclaimed in surprise, "It's Cooper,

expected, he was injured

over him once was love, but twice

and gave him a couple of lashes with a switch,

the result of having too

she starved him for a

ideological education

face, but as soon as

time, Stella was hot on

saw a lean white shadow darting across

all over, it would have been invisible were it not for its piercing

was chasing after it with abandon, as swift as the

quickly caught up with, and

Stella reached for her pistol, aiming to shoot the

two were fighting too fiercely, now

together, making it

about Cooper's safety, she tossed the

marksmanship was legendary; there was no

and moving, now more

short distance

infuriated, grabbing the

that the Snowflake blended into

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

killed, Jasper seriously doubted Stella

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

went on, whether from exhaustion or