Chapter 3

Raising a dog is much more comfortable than raising a werewolf.

The dog doesn't talk, loves eating dog food, and is very well-behaved. When I'm not home, it always lazes around on the carpet, waiting for me to come home and walk it.

I took it to many places.

The beach, the ocean park, the seal aquarium...

One day when I went to buy coffee at a cafe, the staff wouldn't let the dog inside, so I tied it up outside and warned it to be good.

Suddenly two people appeared beside me.

The werewolf and that woman he was intimate with the other day.

The woman stared at the Labrador's wagging tail and sneered: "Dogs are such fawning creatures, a disgrace to canines."

Beside her, the werewolf's eyes were also dark and gloomy as he looked at me.

I ignored them, patted the Labrador's head and said softly: "Be good, baby. Mommy will make you meatballs tonight."

With that, I got up and walked past the two of them without giving them a single glance.