Chapter 9: Calm Before the Storm

The process of bathing a person and a wolf was quite challenging, but it finally came to an end.

By the time Bridget took her little wolf away from the lake, a significant amount of time had passed, and the night sky was gradually brightening, signaling the start of a new day.

Layla lay despondently in the arms of the man who always claimed to be her owner. She felt that she had now transformed into a wolf, with nothing left to lament!

She glanced irritably at the handsome face of the man, feeling an urge to bite his neck. However, as a small wolf like her, she no longer had the strength to do so. She swore! If she had the chance to return to human form, she would definitely give him a good beating!!!

Moreover, she would absolutely not let anyone know about today's events! She would lose face if discovered!

Perhaps her intense gaze was too fierce, which made Bridget lower his head to look at the little wolf in his arms, noticing the pet staring intensely at him. Bridget gently smiled and said, "Good, when we get home, I'll feed you well.”

Layla:...

Unilateral hatred is as frustrating as punching cotton!

Layla decided that if she couldn't convey her thoughts through her gaze, it was best not to do anything, just bear the grudge! If she continued to be angry to the point of internal injury while this golden-eyed man remained clueless, it would only make her more uncomfortable!

When she withdrew her gaze, a streak of red caught her fleeting vision, and Layla looked again.

Was this person... injured?

Indeed, in this minor skirmish, Bridget sustained a small wound on his arm, a rather deep but not very long scratch. Given the physique of the wolves in this world, such an injury would heal quickly. Yet, why was it still bleeding after so long?

Layla recalculated the time from when they were first attacked by the pack of beasts until now, nearly dawn… indeed, it had been a long time.

She stared at the wound, irresistibly drawn to its oddities.

An invisible attraction tempted her to get closer, touch it, taste it.

Layla couldn't control herself, she raised her petite body and moved her head closer to the injured arm, gently licking the bleeding wound with her pink tongue.

This sudden contact startled Bridget, who frowned and stared at the small creature carefully licking his wound. Was his pet trying to help him heal because it saw him injured? After all, in the wild, injured animals often lick their wounds.

Did this mean the little wolf cared about him?

For someone who had never received affection like him, to now be cared for by a small, weak animal… should he be happy or sad?

Contrary to Bridget's complex emotions, Layla, unable to control herself and swallowing the man's blood, felt the moon's energy ceaselessly circulating in her body, beginning to converge at her center, the chaos subsiding!

She was genuinely astounded.

Then, she felt the Baron's treasure she was holding start to stir.

Was it resonating with this man's blood???

But why?

Layla had never encountered this before, nor had her father mentioned it. Could this man be related to the Baron lineage?

She looked at the golden-eyed man, who showed no unusual expression, clearly the sensation was coming from her alone. She thought, aside from healing, she also needed to investigate the relationship between this man and herself.

She felt that their relationship might not be so simple.

…

Due to the peculiarities of the full moon night, Layla decided to stick to the man who claimed to be her owner, not leaving his side for even a millimeter.

Of course, to someone as delusional as Bridget, this behavior was seen as his pet beginning to let down its guard and wanting to get closer to him.

This pleasant misunderstanding made the atmosphere between the man and the wolf more harmonious. And when one side is satisfied, the other is certainly not going to have an easy time.

In another cave, Elder Paul and Linn sat facing each other in silence, their dark and gloomy faces indicating that both were extremely angry.

Elder Linn, known for his impulsive nature, spoke first: "Does that kid even regard the elders like us at all??? Can't he see his underlings laughing at our group???"

Elder Paul calmly drank a cup of tea before setting it down and spoke sternly, "Now is not the time.”

The short-haired elder, stunned by his old friend's words, then became furious again, slamming his hand down on the table and shouting, "If not now, then when??? Are we to let those lowly ones look down on us forever???"

Bridget's underlings, mere wolves from elsewhere with neither status nor power, were weak and sickly. Yet, after becoming the leader, that brat kept training them and treating their ailments, spending so much of the tribe's resources. Meanwhile, he and old Paul had provided the kid with their finest warriors to support his position as the chief.

They were well-intentioned, but he refused and repeatedly allowed those lowly ones to belittle them. Such ingratitude!!!

Elder Paul, with a cold expression, slowly said, "Helen will be back soon.”

Elder Linn paused, then laughed heartily, clapping his old friend's shoulder, "Hahaha!!! Right! How could I forget! We have Helen!”

The old elder's triumphant laughter echoed through the cave, as if foreshadowing Layla's impending fate.

…

Layla had no idea what her destiny held. She only knew she was in a terrible situation!

Determined to stick close to Bridget, she couldn't understand how a large, strong man could have such a terrifying soul. She stared at the small animal skin dress wrapped around her. Every time she tried to bite the oddly patterned dress, the golden-eyed man would calmly stroke her head, subtly preventing her from biting the carefully chosen garment. "Behave, or you'll break a tooth; this is hard to bite.”

Layla:...

Did this man think she was a child? Moreover, if it's hard to bite, why let her wear it? Doesn't he see his underlings training and glancing this way? Doesn't he see them looking at him like he's mad?

Seemingly oblivious to her annoyance, he cheerfully talked to himself, "Hmm, this type of skin isn't suitable for you; next time I'll have Clara make a new dress for you… perhaps try leopard skin?”

Layla:...

Can someone please take this madman away!!! Who dresses a pet wolf in a dress? Who dresses a pet wolf in leopard skin???? Does he think her fur is invisible? Doesn't he know how difficult it is to move in that?

"Behave, we could also try deer skin," Bridget said, gently smiling as he stroked the little wolf's head, continuously pondering how to adorn his pet more beautifully.

Layla:... Someone, please knock some sense into him.

His underlings eavesdropping on their leader talking to himself:... It's too cold this year; the leader must be going mad again.