The Wolf is Coming Ch. 25

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The sun shone into the small storage room, and the shadows of the two people overlapped in a strange and ambiguous posture.

"Mmmmm..." Emma was terrified and struggled desperately, but Abraham held her too tightly, and she was almost pressed against the door by him, and she couldn't get away at all.

"Shhh—" Abraham used his eyes to signal Emma to stop screaming, and then quickly and whispered to her, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to do this. I'm a werewolf, and last night was a full moon. After I turned into a wolf, almost everyone saw me, shouted and tried to kill me. I had no choice but to hide here. You came back so late, I thought no one was at home. I was going to leave right away, but you came just when I was about to untie the rope..."

In this posture and this situation, when Abraham finally finished this sentence, his face was almost red to the point of bleeding.

Of course, Emma was not much better than him. But she finally calmed down, glared at Abraham with shame and anger, and signaled him to take his hand away quickly.

So Abraham withdrew his hand awkwardly, and just as he was about to say something else, Mr. Granger's voice rang out, and he was approaching quickly with hurried footsteps.

"Hermione! What's wrong with you, Hermione?"

Because he was worried that his daughter would be hurt, Mr. Granger almost knocked the door of the storage room open. Fortunately, there was no bloody scene in the storage room, and his only daughter was standing in front of him, intact.

"I'm fine, Dad. It's just..." Emma looked at the broken rope on the ground, then looked at the open skylight, and said worriedly, "The wolf ran away."

"Since the wolf ran away, let it go, as long as it doesn't hurt you." Mr. Granger said, picking up the rope full of teeth marks from the ground, and then reached out to close the skylight that was not far from the floor, "What a smart guy."

Emma glanced at the closet next to her calmly, then shifted her sight to the skylight, nodded and said, "Maybe our skylight was not closed tightly, giving it this opportunity, I think it should only knock open the window. If we locked the window at that time, it might not know what to do."

"Then I would rather our skylight never be locked." Mr. Granger looked a little amused, "Hermione, have you ever thought that if the wolf can't escape from the skylight, will it hurt you?"

Emma didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"It's still early. Since it's summer vacation, go to sleep for a while." Mr. Granger patted Emma's shoulder gently, yawned and went back to the bedroom. "If you don't get enough sleep, you won't grow tall."

"I'm not a child!" Emma pouted and deliberately made an angry expression.

Mr. Granger's footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the stairs, and the door of the closet beside him was gently opened. After a pause of two seconds, a rustling sound came from the closet, and then the closet door was opened, and Abraham climbed out of the closet.

He was wearing Mr. Granger's old plaid shirt, with only two buttons buttoned in a hurry, and a pair of low-waisted casual pants that had been out of date for a long time. He stepped on the floor barefoot, with one hand pressing the waist of his pants. These clothes were really too big for him, especially the casual pants, which were simply... shaky.

"Um... I'm sorry for wearing your father's clothes without permission. Um... my clothes were torn when I transformed last night..." Abraham scratched his messy silver hair, blushing and trying to organize his words.

"Shut up!"

As soon as she saw Abraham, Emma's blood rushed to her face almost reflexively. She felt that she might be a volcano that could erupt at any time. And she didn't want to discuss these old clothes with Abraham at all. She just wanted the person in front of her to disappear quickly! Immediately! Right now!

Abraham was stunned by Emma's yelling, and his hand slipped. The pants hanging on his waist slid down one centimeter, and then he quickly held them down.

"Uh... sorry?" Abraham whispered.

So Emma's volcano erupted completely. She grabbed one thing after another from the pile of junk at hand, closed her eyes and threw them at Abraham, saying in shame and anger, "Put on your clothes!"

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