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.

next morning, as Stella was enjoying her sleep, Cooper sneaked in, nudging

his charm offensive was

turned her back

stubbornly, refusing to

the morning, Stella knelt down

there was no sign

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

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

thought he had learned his lesson, he ran

he was cuddling in her

Worried they might be lurking around, Rosie patrolled the snow mounds periodically but never found any tracks.

the time anyone could follow,

was so frustrated she could feel her liver ache. She sat down on the snow mound,

really out for group revenge, she

his own demise, there was nothing Stella could

frantic, constantly scanning the horizon with the

hour later, a brown shadow appeared in

in surprise, "It's Cooper, he's coming

expected, he

him once was love, but

injuries were minor, Stella gritted her teeth and gave him a couple of lashes with

must be the result of having too

she starved him for a whole

ideological education

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

Stella was hot

a lean white shadow darting

have been invisible were it not for its

it with abandon, as

quickly caught up with, and the two tumbled in the snow, scrapping

pistol, aiming to shoot the Snowflake, but

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

together, making it impossible to

Cooper's safety, she tossed the gun to Jasper, "Your

was

was fighting and moving,

Such a short distance and still

grabbing the

deliberately missing; it was that the

wolf were locked in a tight

or killed, Jasper

wolf, Cooper didn't seem to be at a

went on, whether from exhaustion or lack