Chapter44

#Chapter44

Pup No. 518919

/"Aw, she likes you,/" I cooed at Phoebe while I clapped my hands.

Phoebe frowned at me, while the little ball of newborn flesh slept in peace in her arms. It has been five hours, and the pup has been crying loud enough to declare war in other packs. I didn't know how else to pacify her that I've almost given up.

Believe me, I tried everything I could. I even resorted to the sickening baby voice and weird facial expressions. I was doing all these things, that I even started to question myself if the screws in my head were loose. But the baby kept wailing in my arms as if she's scared of me and wants me to let go of her.

You could say she didn't like me. At all. If there's one thing she managed to inherit from her mother, Eris, that would be her hatred of me.