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.

as Stella was enjoying her sleep, Cooper

charm

turned her

sat stubbornly,

the morning, Stella knelt down to

there was no

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

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

when Stella thought he had learned his lesson, he

her arms, the

notoriously vengeful pack animals. Worried they might be lurking around, Rosie patrolled the snow mounds periodically but never found any tracks. Just as they were starting to relax, it happened

the time anyone could follow, he was already

feel her liver ache. She

group revenge, she wouldn't stand a chance even if

own demise, there was nothing

was frantic, constantly scanning

a brown shadow

"It's Cooper,

expected, he was injured

was love, but

teeth and gave him a couple of lashes with a

fights, seeking death-defying challenges, must be the

she starved him for a whole

education

all too well to her face, but as soon

Stella was hot on

a lean white shadow

would have been invisible were it not for

chasing after it with abandon, as swift as

was quickly caught up with, and the

Stella reached for her pistol, aiming to shoot

the two were fighting too fiercely, now buried

were moving too fast, entangled together, making it impossible to take

about Cooper's safety, she tossed the gun

there was no way he could

the Snowflake was fighting and moving, now

was he doing? Such a short distance and

was infuriated, grabbing the

deliberately missing; it was that the Snowflake blended into

wolf were locked in a tight chase; a careless shot

Cooper was injured or killed,

was a wolf, Cooper didn't

exhaustion or lack