Chapter Twenty-Two

Jazz POV

After satisfying my hunger, I leisurely make my way back to my cozy nest, feeling a sense of fulfillment. As I crawl under the soft, warm blankets, my little den embraces me like a comforting sanctuary. With a contented sigh, I allow myself to relax and unwind. Closing my eyes, I surrender to the tranquility of rest, knowing that I am safe and secure in my haven.

Uncertain about the duration of my slumber or the source of my awakening, I gradually extend my body and attune my senses. Just as I am on the verge of unwinding, the plaintive cries reach my ears once more, compelling me to emit a mournful howl. The distressed whimpers of the pups resonate within me, igniting an urgent need to rise and navigate the confines of this enclosed space. However, my attention is abruptly captured by the sight of a vent, beckoning me to approach.

As I draw nearer, the cries intensify, amplifying my frustration and prompting me to unleash a furious howl of anger. Driven by an instinctual d