After 18 years lost, I returned to find my expensive servant wolf only wagging for my adopted sister. Enraged, I bought a bottom-tier trash wolf for 50k—feral, broken, and muzzled. Surprise: he's a hidden apex predator. He won't let anyone touch me, sniff me, or even let me cry. One day, the servant who never wagged for me knelt: "Let me come back." My trash wolf bit his throat and asked, "Sis, can I dump this garbage?
