Raising a dog was much more comfortable than raising a werewolf.
The dog never spoke, loved eating dog food, and whenever I wasn't home, it would lazily lie on the carpet, waiting for me to come back and walk it.
I took it to many places.
The beach, the marine park, the seal enclosure...
Until one day, when I went to a café to buy coffee, the staff didn't allow dogs inside. So, I tied it up outside and warned it to behave.
Just then, two people walked by.
The werewolf and the woman by his side.
The woman stared at the Labrador's wagging tail and sneered: "Dogs, creatures that wag their tails and beg humans for attention, really disgrace our species."
The werewolf beside her had a similarly dark gaze, glaring at me with cold malice.
I ignored them, reaching down to pet the Labrador's head and softly murmured: "Good boy, be good. Mommy will make you beef meatballs tonight."
With that, I stood up and walked past them, not giving them a second glance.
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When I came out, my dog was gone.
The leash had been undone, and both the leash and the dog were missing.
I froze for a moment.
The werewolf was standing at the door, smoking.
Seeing my reaction, he sneered, clearly excited, and said:
"Look, it doesn't want you anymore."
"How could such a mindless creature stay loyal to its owner?"
A wolf... smoking?
I couldn't help but feel disgusted and turned to leave.
I started calling for my dog, asking people along the way if they had seen a yellow Labrador.
I had walked nearly two kilometers with no luck, and I began to panic.
Just as I was about to call animal protection for help, a mocking voice suddenly rang out.
"Let it go. What's the point of looking for that stupid dog?"
"Can't even sniff its owner's scent. It's a disgrace to the canine species."
"It's not even good-looking—yellow and ugly, like human excrement."
"Don't casually adopt dogs, their possessiveness is strong..."
I couldn't hold back anymore.
Suppressing my anger, I snapped at him, "Are you insane?"
He stared at me in disbelief and then asked, "You're actually yelling at me for that stupid dog?"
"You just bought it two weeks ago, and now because it barks at me, you're going to have it bite me next?"
"You can't treat me like this," he said, his voice full of grievance.
He looked ready to cry, his once slim wolf eyes now wide open, tinged with a red glow. I could only sigh, bewildered.
What on earth was he doing?
"It's my dog. Of course, I'm going to protect it... and you're the one who said we were done."
I looked him over for a moment. Seeing him in a custom-made suit, I extended my hand toward him:
"You seem to be doing well in human society."
"Let's settle the debt for the meat I gave you when I was 'raising' you, I need to buy some toys for the dog."
"You—You!"
He looked like he was on the verge of exploding, his speech coming out in a jumbled mess: "A stupid dog doesn't need toys..."
"Mr. Edmund!"
Suddenly, someone called his name from across the street, interrupting him.
The person came running eagerly, looking at him with eyes full of admiration.
It was that business partner from earlier.
He turned to me, his attitude now warm and enthusiastic, completely different from the other day.
"Miss Everleigh, why didn't you say you knew Mr. Edmund? We could have signed that project right away! I'll have the legal team draw up the contract now."
"If I'd known you were so close with Mr. Edmund, we wouldn't have wasted so much time, would we?"
I: "..."
I lost my dog and was forced to work overtime on my day off. Damn werewolf!
I smiled awkwardly, and as the client wasn't paying attention, I turned and shot the werewolf a furious glance.
His expression looked even more innocent and pitiful now. His big eyes were filled with tears, as though they might fall any second.
