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.

back, mulling over recent events, then mentioned

at the thought of suddenly being 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 point of engaging her in activities,

had a moment to observe, Rosie still seemed melancholy. Stella understood that Cooper's preoccupation with his mate wasn't the root of the issue-it

of 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,

ventured out into the snow, often sticking close to Stella. Not only was there meat

squatting by the stove, gently feeling Snowflake's belly, when the wolf-dog suddenly stood up, alert

out her gun and instructed, "Snowflake,

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

followed, crouching by her side, her amber eyes fixed on the distant figures, ready to spring into action at any

were cunning and patient, and Snowflake seemed to understand, staying still as commanded. There were five of them, and upon spotting Jasper in the distance, they raised their

didn't hesitate-she aimed

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 it impossible to

shouting something indecipherable from this distance. They were brandishing weapons, yet Jasper, inexplicably, did not open fire. What was going on? This wasn't like

the scope, Stella

as he retreated.

out of effective shooting range, then turning to leave. Knowing there was

the second,

no further aggression, they turned their backs, retrieved their weapons, and

anxious and concerned,

"Russians."

Stella hadn't expected other survivors to venture this far north. She frowned, "Why didn't you take them