"Let's get you a name too..." Silas chuckled while stepping outside; he entered the hall, but to his shock, his parents didn't seem present there.

Walking up to the huge curtain covering the glass wall beside the sofa, he quietly peeked outside through the space of enormous curtains.

A bunch of people had gathered around the Greyhound he hunted down previously, including his parents outside his house; at the same time, many were covering up the torn corpse of Mr. Smith not far away.

There was horror written all over their eyes; some were vomiting out of chaotic emotions, and many looked petrified in shock over their place; there was a silent storm all over the place. The emotions were so out of place that they couldn't even groan or scream out of horror at the moment, their gazes seemed dead and helpless.

It was only now, it was only now they realised the enormous, gigantic holes and uprooted trees all over the woods beneath the cliff of the hills; it wasn't caused by the earthquakes or storms but due to these same evolved creatures like the Greyhound.

"Let's let them adapt to the new world at their own pace..." Silas muttered with a frown, and closing the curtains, he walked over to the kitchen, taking out whatever was left there in his fridge.

"Woo!"

"Gruff!"

The two pups were already jumping with joy the moment they saw some meat. Silas tossed both aside with his legs, and, making some space, he placed whatever meat was on his hand over the ground.

The two wolf pups immediately jumped into action, devouring everything and leaving it spotless. Silas just chuckled, observing them while preparing some sandwiches for himself, and then his gaze fell over the crowd of people outside through the kitchen windows once again.

'It will take time to adapt to the new world, but I hope they adapt to the new world fast because I don't think this new world will wait for us. Those who adapt live... Those who don't...'

Silas's expressions darkened, remembering the image of Mr. Smith being hunted down mercilessly as everyone was forced to just watch in despair.

"... perish," he muttered, and releasing a deep sigh, started chewing the sandwich. 'Well thankfully he didn't have any family behind; he lived alone with his dog. That's one less thing to be worried about.'

He sighed and just quietly ate his sandwich while watching the people outside, mourning in grief, some petrified in shock, some running inside their homes full of horror, many having their knees feeling weak because of the fear, and some going crazy with changes that only now they were truly realising.

*Clack!*

Suddenly the doors of his house opened, snapping Silas out of his deep thoughts, and turning his attention towards the hall, he noticed his parents returning back home, and their gazes also met Silas.

"You okay, boy??" His mother exclaimed in surprise and rushed over towards Silas, "Isn't it hurting?" his father questioned in worry

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"No, no, it doesn't. On the other hand, I look healthier." Silas answered calmly; he has matured so fast in a day that even the gaze felt much deeper and mysterious even to his father's eyes.

His parents were somewhat taken aback, but Silas noticed their surprised expressions and released a chuckle. He shouted, "But didn't you see the fight?! I was literally fighting like Wiking in the movies! Hahaha! That was literally so cool! You all recorded it right?! Right?!"

"Oh... We didn't?" His mother replied with a bit of a bewildered expression on her face, and Silas acted shocked, "What the hell, man? I was literally so cool!"

He murmured, making his way upstairs while quietly hiding the two pups under his clothes, keeping them hidden from the gaze of his parents, but as he was doing so, his father's gaze was fixated over Silas's knees.

'Unhurt... No wound or injury?' He noticed, a frown emerged over his face with an unsettling question in his mind. 'Can a human do that while jumping from the roof of a huge house like this?'

His eyes seem to flicker as they analysed Silas, "Stop," his father suddenly commanded.

"Let's go see Mrs. Brown; she is an ortho specialist in our neighborhood. Let's get your knees checked. You might not feel any discomfort now, but there can be issues later. Let's get you checked," his father explained.

"There is no need for that! I'm telling you I'm fine. I'm cool. See this?" Silas chuckled, laughing off his father's worries and stepping back over the stairs he pointed over the kitchen. "Oh, and I took some bread and meat from the fridge to make up some sandwiches. For now I will just go up and rest over the bed. Take it easy; I'm perfectly fine!"

Whilst saying all that, he walked back up the stairs while perfectly hiding the pups under his clothes, away from his parent's eyes, but his words, on the other hand, didn't seem to convince his parents at all.

"It doesn't matter how you feel! We are going back to see the doctor; too much has happened for little things to be left just because they are little," his father announced in a tense manner with eyes set over Silas in all seriousness.

"Sigh..." Silas's head seemed heavy with all the arguments, and giving up, he nodded, "Very well, then just let him grab another cloth; I spilt some sauce over this one."

"Fast," his father announced, and taking a seat along with his father, releasing a big sigh, Silas took the chance and quickly jumped over the stairs, arriving in his room, where he quickly released the little pups from under his T-shirt.

"It's a lot to explain to my parents right now, so you two just stay inside here and don't let anyone see you until I call you to do so. Stay hidden here." Silas explained as he removed his T-shirt with the pups sitting on his bed, nodding along.

'A Tamer's command is communicated through the brain waves, and Ase, the voice and words aren't really necessary; that's why the beasts who are tamed by the Tamers can understand the language and act accordingly, which, to be honest, is extremely convenient.' Silas smiled and grabbed a black hoodie and, making his way out, locked his room behind

"Okay, I'm ready." Silas came down dressed in that hoodie; his father nodded, and both left the house, making their way to the house next door.

*Ring!*

They rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer, and as expected, not long after, a woman came out. "Oh? Miguel," she exclaimed as she saw the man at her door, and then her gaze moved over towards Silas.

"You already woke up, boy?" She said in surprise and immediately leaned over towards Silas, grabbing his wrist and checking up over the face and head.

"Hmm, doesn't have any head injuries; that's lucky," she examined and opened up her doors. "Wanna come inside?" she offered

"We will be delighted," his father answered, and along with Silas, they both entered her house. She lived in a much more spacious house with lots of art placed on her walls and desks in the hall.

They both sat over the front hall while Mrs. Brown went ahead grabbing her equipment to check up on Silas's condition.

"Remove the hoodie," she said. Silas did as instructed, removing the hoodie. From the looks of it, there were no signs of injuries; rather, he seemed even healthier, his skin quality and such. Everything seemed perfectly fine; it was healthier too.

"What a surprise! I expected some ribs broken and knee joint dislocated or fractured at the very least, but this is one insanely healthy body," she exclaimed in shock, and pinching his wrists and arm muscles, she explained, "His muscle and bone density might be one of the best I ever got to examine; it's been years since I saw such a rare case."

She nodded with a satisfied and relieved smile, and turning to his father, she stated, "He seems just fine; except for a little nausea and shock, he is physically perfect. The boy was lucky, though.

I expected a few ribs broken or, at the very least, a big scar when I saw him jumping from that damn roof. Don't act like a hero again; it's horrifying when you lose," she scoffed, placing his glasses back in her pockets.

"That lessens your worries, right, Miguel?" She asked Silas's father with a chuckle. His father nodded, and turning his gaze towards the hall, he questioned, "Your art collection seems to have increased a lot since my last visit."

"I'm already at the age of retirement; I thought I might as well invest some in my hobbies. I also restarted my arts hobby; by the way, I was planning to show you finished work, but I guess I will have to push back the plan for a while." She chuckled, and both got into a conversation.

'Thankfully she didn't notice my recovery speed, though.' Silas smiled in relief; the little bruises and cuts over his face had already healed back up with barely any marks left.

'All that's left now is to live again tomorrow.'

He thought because he could feel it, with eyes shining in sapphire, his attention was fixated on an enormous serpent-like creature, with its head in the direction of Silas's settlement.