By the time the white wolf came to, three whole days had passed. For a few brief seconds, it was disoriented, confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. Then, the memories of what had happened flooded back. Instantly, a consuming rage left no space for rational thought.
In this moment, the white wolf was willing to die alongside its enemy, humanity. Its anger swelled further as it caught the scent of a human approaching the room. A spark of hatred ignited in its yellow eyes, growing with each step the human took closer to the door. The wolf's canines were on full display, a low growl rumbling in its chest, ready to tear apart the first human who dared to enter.
When the door opened, a young girl in a bright red dress stepped inside. She appeared to be about seven years old, with bright blue eyes and a ponytail that swayed as she walked. The first thing she saw was the white wolf sitting by the bed, its eyes conveying an expression of happiness and joy.
The young girl cried out in delight, rushing forward to hug the wolf with all her might.
Moments before the girl entered, the wolf had come to its senses. It decided that the fleeting satisfaction of attacking this human wasn't worth it. If it was going to take revenge, a single human wouldn't be enough to quell its rage, not even in its next life. Quickly, it had suppressed its fury and adopted the friendliest look it could manage. Thankfully, the naive human had fallen for its act.
The young girl was accompanied by another human, a woman who seemed much more vigilant. She looked at the wolf with suspicion but quickly dismissed her thoughts, remembering that the white wolf was just a beast that had most likely already forgotten what had happened to its family just a few days ago.
It turned out that when the white wolf passed out during the auction, it had been sold. Patriarch Huang Xiaoming had purchased it as a pet for his youngest daughter. No one could identify the species of the white wolf, which reduced its value. Since no one knew what it was suitable for, experimenting on a single beast to see if it was better for source core improvement, alchemy, or even food wasn't an option. Such an experiment would require a person to have at least tens of the beasts, not just one.
As the young miss's pet, the white wolf was expected to keep her company and ensure she was never bored. If the young miss ever lost interest, the wolf might find itself served as dinner.
Time slowly passed, and the white wolf played the part of the loyal companion. With time, it realized how naive it had been. The young girl had enough cultivation to kill it instantly if it had attacked her on the first day they met. The girl was in the bone marrow cleansing realm, the second stage of cultivation. The wolf's cultivation was in the early stages of the fearless realm, the first stage of demonic beast cultivation. The little girl could have killed it with her pinky finger.
With this knowledge, the white wolf committed fully to its role as a pet, all while it slowly plotted its revenge.