Part 12
Glancing at the table, I asked, “Where’s
Buddy’s food?”
He froze, then realized Buddy was the
Labrador’s name. He bristled instantly.
“You want me to make food for a dog?! That
lowlife doesn’t deserve food made by me! I
wouldn’t dare make it, and it wouldn’t dare eat
it!”
Me: “…Are you going to make it or not?”
He was silent for a moment, then came over
and crouched in front of me. He let his ears and
tail appear, furry and twitching, trying to charm
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- me.
“Get rid of him and keep me, okay? Look, I have
thicker, softer fur than him, I’m more obedient,
–
and I can even earn money – all for you. Keep me. Just me, okay?”
His paw… no, hand rested on my knee. His
normally narrow wolf eyes were forced wide in
an attempt at cuteness, blinking at me
hopefully.
I was reminded of the information I’d found
online about Ethan Grey the previous night.
Handsome, rich, born with a silver spoon in his
mouth, the few publicly available photos
showing him as the picture of a confident,
powerful businessman. Nothing like the
pleading wolf in front of me now.
I hesitated, about to speak, when the doorbell
rang, accompanied by a man’s cheerful voice.
“Sarah! You home?”
It was my colleague from upstairs. He also
loved dogs, and we’d planned to take our dogs
to the park together.
I glanced down. The werewolf’s tail stiffened,
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his eyes flashing red. Noticing my gaze, he
quickly softened his expression, masking the
predator within. He asked softly, “Sarah, do you
want me to get rid of that jerk?”
