Chapter 21: 13.1

The memory stopped. Alessio’s breakfast was very simple, just some bread and fried eggs, with green coloured salad. Mornings were a time when his appetite was not so good, and he always did not eat much meat. He tore open his own bread, soft and wheaty, and the wolf cub squatting next to him made two “ao ao”  sounds and put his front paws on the table, trying to climb up.

    “Put it down.” Alessio didn’t even lift his eyelids.

    The wolf cub retracted his paws in grievance, his tongue licking his mouth.

    He is hungry.

    There was no meat he liked, but fried eggs were very good, especially the piece the vampire was cutting up right now. The wolf cub whimpered twice again, making it clear that he wanted to eat.

    “What can he eat?” Ellie asked Darf, afraid of what might happen if she fed him randomly.

    Darf had been nurturing the fur ball for years and knew his food habits well enough. After hearing what she said, she stood up to go and get the meal.

     “Basically everything, but he prefers meat. I’ll go and get some meat back, while he wants to eat now.”

    Alessio paused in his action of cutting the fried egg as he reached out and cupped the wolf cub’s fleshy face, making him open his mouth to check the condition of his teeth while his own dark energy flowed through the wolf cub’s body, examining it and falling into contemplation.

    There was no difference at all from the werewolves …… of his time.

    Then how come it couldn’t take human form and was picking at this and that, petulant as hell, panting when it took two steps ……

    Alessio was quick to answer for himself, very spoiled.

    “No need to feed him special meals, he can eat anything.” Alessio let go of the wolf cub’s face, who shook his head dizzily a few times and started crying for food again, still focusing on the ones Alessio intended to eat.

    “Huh? But ……”

    “The medical report didn’t show any particular allergies, did it?” Alessio asked, feeling more certain when he saw Darf shake her head.

    “Then there’s nothing he can’t eat, werewolves can eat anything.”

    In Alessio’s time, the werewolves lived in an environment in the extreme north, where there were snow storms for nine months of the year. Any living creature in that land was extremely tough and fierce, and the werewolves were the best among them. They would hunt for a living, tubers, plants and even some insects were also welcome. They deserved to be called the creatures with the broadest recipes.

    Alessio freed an empty plate and piled bread and fried eggs on it, as well as some salad, all cut into small pieces and placed on the table in front of the wolf cub, which was as high as the cub could reach. Darf was a little pleased to see that there were plenty of green vegetables on that plate, but more than anything else, she was worried.

    “He hates vegetables …….”

    Before the words fell, the wolf cub had already opened its mouth and just stood still, waiting to be fed.

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    I can’t believe he wants to eat! Darf was very excited. It was a great day, not only did he get the fur ball to move, but he also got to eat so many green vegetables, it was the healthiest day ever! Just feed these into the wolf cub’s mouth bite by bite ……

    Alessio ate his own calmly, not showing any sign of feeding the wolf cub.

    The wolf cub kept his mouth open like a wailing fledgling, yet his mouth was sore and the breakfast next to the vampire was nearing the end, not giving him even half a bite.

    “Ow ow ow!”

    Alessio did not move, eating the last bite of fluffy bread and picking up the still-warm soup, sighing at how well the auto-heating plate really worked.

    The wolf cub was forced to keep his mouth shut and began to face the grim test himself, staring at the plate in front of him as if facing an enemy.

    Once again, he rested his front paws on the table and peeked over at Alessio. This time Alessio didn’t stop him. The two times he put his paws on the table were of a different nature. The first time was a reckless disregard for table manners, the latter was an aid to lend strength and meant that he was going to start eating on his own. Just like a child who would grasp the table and clutch the utensils when trying to eat on his own. Alessio would not bother with this.

    The wolf cub tilted his head sideways and picked up a piece of bread with difficulty, swallowing it in three or two bites, followed by the fried egg. There were bread crumbs all over his fur, but he was so happy to do so that when his mouth was out of reach, Alessio was already using a fork to pluck the food from behind to his front without Darf’s help.

    Although slow, the wolf cub eventually finished his meal on his own. Drinking the soup from the shallow container, he gave a proud “ow” and turned his head to look at Alessio.

    Alessio rubbed his head gently.

    The breakfast extended over an hour. Ellie was worried that Alessio would be impatient, but to her surprise he was unusually calm. Her confusion was detected by Alessio, and the vampire said simply and succinctly.

    “The werewolves and I are old friends.”

    “Werewolves from 10,000 years ago?” Ellie perked up and locked eyes with Darf, “What was it like?”

    As they were walking on the way to send the wolf cub back, the wolf cub persistently chased after Alessio’s feet, trying to bite his trouser legs, occasionally rolling and falling, but getting back up and continuing to run after him with excitement.

    Alessio thought for a moment. He was a little surprised that he could still remember something about werewolves so clearly. He had been ordered by his Father to go to the extreme north to confirm the next move of the Temple, where the tough and heroic werewolves lived. He remembered the first time he had met the werewolf leader on the snow field –

    Silvery white ”arrows” followed him from all directions. They were huge silver wolves running in packs. The full moon of the werewolves was finally hidden by the wind and snow. Under the pale silver light, Alessio clearly witnessed the grand parade of the wolf king.

    [Vampire.]

    The werewolf king and queen grinned at him with sharp teeth.

    [Why have you come to our snowy land?]

    “You will never forget that scene once you have seen it; those werewolves were not running, but rather …… flowing.” Alessio said softly. He looked down at the wolf cub hovering around at his feet, and his deep rose pupils flickered slightly.

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