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 in, nudging

his charm offensive

turned her

sat stubbornly,

morning, Stella knelt down to

there was no

wound had closed up in less than

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

thought he had learned

one moment he was cuddling in her arms,

Rosie patrolled the snow mounds periodically but never found any tracks. Just as they were starting

the time anyone could follow, he was already out of

she could feel her liver ache. She sat down on

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

insisted on seeking his own demise, there was nothing Stella could

was frantic, constantly scanning the horizon with the

an hour later, a brown shadow appeared in the

"It's

he was injured

him once was love, but twice was

and gave him a couple of lashes with a switch,

fights, seeking death-defying challenges, must be the result

starved him for a whole

ideological education must

face, but as soon as his

Stella was hot

white

been invisible were it not for

chasing after it with abandon, as swift as the

and the two tumbled

her pistol, aiming to shoot the Snowflake, but it was out

gun, only to find the two were fighting too fiercely, now buried in the snow, now

fast, entangled together, making it impossible

about Cooper's safety, she tossed the gun

marksmanship was legendary; there was no way he could

Snowflake was fighting and

distance and still unable to hit the

was infuriated, grabbing the

the Snowflake blended

wolf were locked in a tight chase; a careless shot

or killed, Jasper seriously doubted Stella

a wolf, Cooper didn't seem to be

fight went on, whether from exhaustion or lack of desire to continue,