Eighteen years gone, and I returned to find the wolf I paid dearly for wagging his loyalty only at my adopted sister. Hurt and outraged, I bought a so-called trash wolf for 50k—feral, ruined, and muzzled. Yet beneath the scraps was a hidden apex predator. He guards me so fiercely that no one can touch me, approach me, or even see me cry. Until one day, the servant who never stood by me dropped to his knees: “Please, let me return.” My trash wolf clamped onto his throat and asked me, “Sis, may I toss out this garbage?”
