18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 475

Cooper couldn't quite decide if he was feeling guilty or just completely oblivious to the pain as he wagged his tail non-stop at the person cleaning up his mess.

Lying in the snow, he exposed his belly, begging for a rub.

Stella was fuming. She quickly knelt down to check his wounds.

There were two gashes on his leg, clearly from sharp teeth, and his back bore distinct claw marks.

Stella examined the corner of his mouth, where he was hurt, and found a tuft of white fur.

This fur... a polar bear?

Impossible, the size difference was too great.

Jasper surveyed the scene and guessed, “Wolf?”

Stella instinctively thought that couldn't be right. After all, it had been ten years since the calamity, and life was tough even for humans, let alone animals...

But then again, the survival instinct of animals was no less than that of humans. Perhaps some had indeed survived.

A Snowflake?

Had Cooper lost or won?

Without further thought, ensuring there was no danger around, Stella carried him into Arcadia.

After disinfecting and bandaging his wounds, she pointed at his nose and scolded, “Cooper, if you ever dare to be this reckless again, believe me, I’ll throw you out, you hear?”

What could Cooper say? He just played the pathetic card and kept wagging his tail.

Reprimanding him for half an hour wasn’t enough for Stella; she even vented on Jasper, “Aren’t you supposed to be his trainer? Look how you’ve spoiled him into being so rebellious.”

Chasing after an Arctic wolf, truly courting death!

He was lucky to come back alive today, but what about next time?

Jasper took the scolding in silence, “……”

Despite her anger, knowing Cooper couldn’t jump around with his injuries, Stella bundled him into a backpack.

They left Arcadia, braving the biting wind as they made their way home.

With all the commotion, it was dark by the time they got back.

Stella was serious this time. She made Cooper sit on the floor for a time-out, and at dinner, he got nothing, not even a whiff of the steamy chicken legs.

Cooper looked pleadingly at Rosie, his doggy eyes spinning.

Rosie didn’t dare intercede; his sister-in-law was genuinely furious.

After dinner, Jasper began a two-hour lecture on doggy discipline.

It wasn’t until Stella’s expression softened that he finally stopped the reeducation.

The next morning, as Stella was enjoying her sleep, Cooper sneaked in, nudging her with his head, “Woof woof woof…”

But his charm offensive was pointless.

Stella turned her back on him.

Cooper sat stubbornly, refusing to leave.

First thing in the morning, Stella knelt down to check Cooper’s wounds.

Thankfully, there was no sign of infection.

Dogs have a remarkable ability to heal; the wound had closed up in less than a week.

During this time, he behaved exceptionally well, doing everything to please his human, almost too clingy.

Just when Stella thought he had learned his lesson, he ran off again.

Yes, one moment he was cuddling in her arms, the next he bolted without hesitation...

Wolves are notoriously vengeful pack animals. Worried they might be lurking around, Rosie patrolled the snow mounds periodically but never found any tracks.

Just as they were starting to relax, it happened again.

Like before, by the time anyone could follow, he was already out of sight.

Stella was so frustrated she could feel her liver ache. She sat down on the snow mound, defeated.

If the wolves were really out for group revenge, she wouldn’t stand a chance even if she caught up.

If Cooper insisted on seeking his own demise, there was nothing Stella could do.

Rosie was frantic, constantly scanning the horizon with the binoculars.

Half an hour later, a brown shadow appeared in the distance.

Rosie exclaimed in surprise, “It's Cooper, he’s coming back.”

As expected, he was injured again.

Fretting over him once was love, but twice was foolishness.

Seeing that his injuries were minor, Stella gritted her teeth and gave him a couple of lashes with a switch, even skipping the medicine.

Getting into fights, seeking death-defying challenges, must be the result of having too much energy to burn.