"Huh?"
Dario seemed not to hear the boy's words. Upon seeing him, he instinctively stuck out his long tongue and pounced on him, knocking Vili to the ground and repeatedly nudging his neck with his head.
Even with the thick carpet cushioning his fall, Willy was still momentarily stunned by the impact. The werewolf's scent filled his nostrils, and the bushy tail kept brushing against his calves, sending a shivering, ticklish sensation through him.
"Dario!"
He reached out and pushed the white wolf's head away, but his palm was licked wet by the wolf. Vili was so angry that he wanted to bite it.
The boy frowned and wiped all the saliva back onto his white fur, but Dario thought it was a pat on the back and wagged his tail even more enthusiastically.
It's more like a dog than a wolf.
Seeing that it was about to try the same trick again, Willie lay on his back on the ground and sneered.
"Try licking it again, and I bet I'll call my brother back right now."
The white wolf froze.
Vili understood why it was so excited; it was because the only person who could keep it in check, Eleanor, had been away from the castle for the past few days due to work.
After all, when they were studying together... Elijah completely outclassed this illiterate werewolf academically, assigning him countless more assignments.
Although Dario managed to regain some ground in hand-to-hand combat after he grew up, Elijah quickly became busy with work and stopped fighting him.
However, at the same time, he was able to spend much more time with Vili, so the werewolf immediately put his frustrations behind him.
Even though he was being held down, his master was still thinking about that wicked vampire... Dario's tail stopped wagging and drooped listlessly as he obediently walked to the side.
Vili glanced at him, stood up, and immediately noticed the white hairs scattered all over the wardrobe. He rubbed his temples in exasperation.
Given the vampires' aesthetic standards, Elijah usually bought him mostly dark-colored clothes, but Dario's fur was white... making him stand out even more!
Did you hear what I just said?
Her pretty face was as cold as ice. Vili looked at the white wolf beside her, her tone seemingly carrying icy frost.
"Huh?"
Dario tilted his head innocently.
What did the owner just say? Something like they said that because they shed, they can't sleep in the closet…
Since that's the case...
"wait--"
A familiar white light suddenly shone, illuminating the bedroom, which had not yet been lit by candlelight, as bright as day. Willy's eyes widened in shock, and he could only utter half a sentence before it was too late.
The white wolf vanished, replaced by an extremely tall man. His short, white hair, as white as his fur, looked prickly and spiky. His brows held a sharp, wild quality, which was further accentuated by several long, piercing marks on his dark, muscular chest.
At this moment, its icy blue wolf eyes were lowered, its aura was astonishing, and even the air seemed to freeze.
But his long tail kept wagging, revealing his high spirits and joy.
But Vili had no interest in those things.
No matter how handsome the man in front of her was, he couldn't hide the undeniable thing beneath him.
—So, why don't werewolves wear clothes when they transform into human form?!
"Bang bang."
After a polite knock, came the old butler's gentle voice.
"Young Master Vili, are you awake?"
"..."
Vili tried his best to keep his gaze from looking down and looked directly into Dario's eyes.
It's a bit like being attacked by a stray dog on the street. You have to act fearlessly, or you'll be met with fangs biting your throat the next second.
Willy did very well in this regard when he was a child.
Because back then he never took the young werewolf's strength seriously, and in fact, he's not worried about the other party's attack now... if he dares to.
But now he's worried about another problem.
Vili's breathing softened slightly, but he spoke each word with great emphasis, each syllable distinct.
"Change, return, come back".
He really didn't want to see a naked man pounce on him!
This guy's etiquette lessons were a complete waste!
"Bang bang."
Two more sounds came, this time the old butler's voice was a little more hesitant.
"Young Master Vili?"
"I'm here!" Willie raised his voice slightly. "I'll get up in a bit!"
"I see."
As the footsteps faded into the distance, Willy breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, Dario was stopped in his tracks by his gaze.
"Owner……"
The deep, magnetic voice uttered such a shameful word.
"..."
Vili's heart remained calm and undisturbed.
After all, he had heard it too many times since he was a child, and he was too lazy to even correct it.
"This way I won't shed anymore, can I sleep in your closet?"
"...Why do you insist on sleeping in my closet?"
His icy blue eyes lit up, and even the tone of his voice became uplifting.
"Then can I sleep in the bed?"
Is that what I meant?
Vili glared at him, slightly raised his hand, and snapped his fingers as if to strike.
Dario's ears twitched; he knew this was a sign that his master was about to use magic.
The next second, the white wolf lowered its head and lay down on the ground, but still kept its eyes fixed on the boy standing in front of it.
Ignoring the furry thing that kept sticking to his feet, Vili opened the bedroom door after washing up.
Outside the door, Deville maintained his knocking gesture, but the moment he saw the boy, his expression naturally changed.
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
