18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 480

The Arctic chill was biting, and Stella worried that Snowflake, inexperienced as she was, might struggle to take care of her newborn pups. So she busied herself knitting little sweaters, figuring it was better than sitting around doing nothing.

Meanwhile, Jasper threw himself into the wolf-training program with enthusiasm.

No one seemed to notice that Rosie, their younger sister, appeared more forlorn by the day.

She used to keep to herself, not wanting to intrude on the cozy couple unless absolutely necessary. Back when Cooper was around, they'd have a blast hurling snowballs at each other and engaging in playful snowball fights.

But now... it was as if Cooper had forgotten all about her, his attention divided between seeking Stella's affection and hovering around Snowflake. On clear days, the two canines would frolic in the snow, chasing each other with abandon. But Cooper no longer beckoned her outside for their usual shenanigans. She tried calling him out, only to find him rolling around with Snowflake instead.

Change had come swiftly, and Rosie felt utterly out of place. Suddenly, she felt a pang of being superfluous. Adolescence had a way of making one overly sentimental.

In the past, when she was down, Rosie would confide her secrets in Cooper's furry embrace. But now, she was at a loss about whom to turn to.

Only after finishing her tasks did Stella notice Rosie's plight. "Rosie, what's up with you?" she asked.

Rosie's face was devoid of color as she curled up on the couch, silent. "Big sis, I got my period, and it hurts."

"Why didn't you tell me you were on your period?" Stella asked with concern. "Do you have enough sanitary pads?"

As she spoke, she fetched some raspberry leaf tea from the pantry, a soothing remedy for Rosie's discomfort. Learning that Rosie had run out of pads, Stella promptly handed her a few packs.

by the charcoal stove. She took a step back, mulling over recent events, then mentioned to Jasper, "Rosie seems a bit down." Jasper pondered for a moment,

alone again. Though Stella and Jasper were technically her brother and sister-in-law, they were as good as parents to her. Aware of Rosie's mood, they made a

they had a moment to observe, Rosie still seemed melancholy. Stella understood that Cooper's preoccupation with his mate wasn't

exclusion-similar to the loneliness Stella had felt as a child, watching her classmates being picked up by their parents while she had no one. Empathy drove Stella to select a few psychology books, hoping they'd help Rosie. Whenever the weather allowed, Jasper would call Rosie

due. Growing quieter, she seldom ventured out into the snow, often sticking

the wolf-dog suddenly stood up, alert and tense. Such behavior hadn't

pulled out her gun and instructed, "Snowflake, stay put. I'll

snowdrift, surveying the surroundings with her binoculars. Jasper was out patrolling with Rosie and Cooper. Several shadowy figures appeared a few hundred meters away, swathed

into action at any moment. With her litter imminent,

commanded. There were five of

didn't hesitate-she aimed

missed, jostled by a sudden movement, but it knocked the gun from their hands. Preparing for a second shot, Stella realized the figures had dropped to the ground. The thick snow concealed them completely, making

couldn't see them, they seemed to be shouting something indecipherable from this distance. They were brandishing weapons, yet Jasper, inexplicably,

the scope,

strangers as he retreated. Stella kept

range, then turning to leave.

the second, the

no further aggression, they turned their

Stella, anxious and concerned,

"Russians."

expected other survivors to venture this far north. She frowned,