Hickson slept through the night with Fufu by his side. When he woke up in the morning, he felt refreshed and energized, as if it had been a long time since he'd felt this spirited.
After getting up, it was the usual routine—washing up with the cub, getting dressed, and combing hair.
Today, Fufu made great progress and managed to button one button by himself.
Unfortunately, he lost patience with the rest. Dragging his little shirt around like a cape, he wandered about the room, insisting that one button was enough and it wouldn't fall off.
In the end, his perfectionist brother caught him and forcibly buttoned up the rest.
Once everything was tidied up, Hickson drove Fufu to the company together.
Yes, he was bringing Fufu to work—this had been Hickson's plan since yesterday.
After all, he didn't have anyone reliable to entrust the cub to, so he had to take care of Fufu himself. Even if he wanted to hire a nanny, it would take time to screen and test candidates. During that period, Fufu couldn't be left unattended, and he couldn't skip work either.
Of course, Hickson admitted that bringing Fufu to the company also carried a bit of showing off… After all, Fantasy Species cubs were already rare, and Blood Clan cubs were even harder to come by. Yet he had acquired a cub without lifting a finger—and such a clever, adorable one at that. It was hard not to feel a sense of superiority.
With this thought in mind, he didn't even take the private passage to his office. Instead, he carried the cub and walked straight through the office corridor without looking sideways.
The vampire CEO, with his striking looks and elegant attire, was already eye-catching to begin with. So even though he made no sound at all along the way, he still drew everyone's attention.
The employees looked up and froze one after another.
Why was their usually cold, aloof, robot-like boss carrying such an adorable cub in his arms?!
The vast majority of people here were seeing a Blood Clan cub in person for the first time.
In fact, within the Fantasy Species Alliance, the Angel Clan cubs were widely recognized as the cutest. Many child stars and internet-famous cubs were from the Angel Clan—their naturally beautiful features, lively personalities, and those light, pure white little wings always captivated adults, making them the dream cubs of many Fantasy Species.
But the little Blood Clan cub before them was an entirely different style. Dressed in an exquisite little suit, he looked like an innocent glutinous rice dumpling, yet two tiny sharp fangs poked out from the corners of his mouth… Ahhh, fierce but adorable—it was simply cheating!
The cub, new to this environment, seemed a bit bewildered. He was lying on his brother's shoulder, curiously taking in his surroundings. The moment he noticed their gazes, he broke into a smile and raised his hand to wave at them: "Hi—"
Ohhh! So well-behaved and cute!
How could their coffin-faced boss have such an adorable cub?! This defied all logic!!
That single "hi" stole the souls of the uncles and aunties. As if manipulated by some mysterious force, the coworkers raised their hands one after another and murmured dazedly: "Hi…"
Folks, the cub greeted me—he wants to come home with me!
But this fervent thought was promptly extinguished upon meeting their vampire boss's icy glare.
Forget it, forget it—other people's cubs are for admiring only. Survival comes first.
Strangely enough, although the handsome vampire CEO wore a displeased expression, he gradually slowed his pace, and eventually even came to a stop, standing still at the end of the office area.
"……" Everyone was puzzled. What did this mean? Were they being warned?
The CEO remained standing still, as if waiting for something.
Rita, the assistant who had been watching for a while, finally mustered up the courage to approach and ask, "Good morning, President Nuo! And this little one is…"
"Morning." The tight corners of Hickson's mouth finally curved up slightly. "Oh, I forgot to mention, this is my little brother Fufu, just turned four… He's too clingy, can't bear to be away from his big brother, so I had to bring him along."
Everyone: "……"
If they weren't mistaken, he seemed to be showing off.
But who would show off their kid with a stern face and such a cold expression?! Terrifying!!
Fufu, seeing strangers, gave Rita a once-over, then imitated his brother's gesture and reached out his hand: "Hello, big sister, I'm Fufu."
Rita hadn't expected such a little cub to be so outgoing. She paused for a moment, then reached out her hand: "Hello Fufu, I'm Rita."
She watched as the cub's soft little chubby hand grasped hers, shaking it with all seriousness, revealing a sweet smile: "Sister Rita."
That single address melted Rita's heart. How could there be such a sweet, such a well-behaved, such an outgoing cub in this world? And why would such an adorable cub have descended into the arms of her cold-hearted capitalist boss?? What happened to focusing solely on business?!
While her mind was still frantically scrolling through bullet comments, Fufu's attention had already been drawn to something else.
"Sister," Fufu pointed at the strawberries on the office desk nearby, "can Fufu have a taste?"
Ahhh yes you can, baby! Take them, take them all, big sister's heart is yours—
Rita screamed internally, but with the boss present, she could only hold it in.
She immediately picked the reddest and biggest strawberry from the bowl, wiped off the water droplets with a tissue, and handed it to Fufu.
The strawberry was a bit large for the little cub. Fufu took it with both hands, brought it to his mouth, and then took a big bite, sinking both tiny fangs into the strawberry. But instead of biting down directly, he followed the wound on the strawberry and sucked at the sweet and sour juice and the soft, mushy strawberry flesh inside.
Rita was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening.
Ahhh, he's drinking blood, he's drinking the strawberry's blood!
That innocent big strawberry was about to be drained dry by this ferocious little vampire baby!
Never mind the strawberry, baby, come drink big sister's blood instead! I'm willing to let you bite me, as long as you let me kiss kiss kiss…
The other colleagues weren't about to be outdone either, immediately pulling out snacks stored at their workstations.
"Fufu, do you like cherry tomatoes?"
"Fufu, big brother here has pistachios."
"Fufu, this is chocolate imported from outer space…"
Fufu never refused snacks, and upon seeing this scene, his face immediately bloomed into a smile. He pulled his fangs out of the strawberry and said sweetly, "Thank you, big brother, thank you, big sister."
Unfortunately, the little cub only had two hands, and he still needed to hold the strawberry, so he couldn't carry that many snacks. In the end, Rita found a small plastic basket used for washing fruit and let Fufu use it to hold everything.
But because he needed to eat the strawberry, Fufu didn't even have a free hand for the basket. In the end, Hickson had to hold Fufu with one arm while using the other to carry the basket full of snacks, carrying the cub into the office.
The CEO's office was spacious, divided into working and reception areas.
Hickson placed Fufu on the leather sofa, then set the snack basket on the coffee table.
Fufu was still working on his big strawberry, sucking and biting at it, but after all that effort, he'd only managed to eat a third of it.
Hickson had figured it out by now—his kid ate painfully slowly. Each bite looked impressive, like a big mouthful, but he'd chew on it for ages, cheeks often puffed out full, making anyone watching feel anxious for him.
Though there was a silver lining: Fufu chewed thoroughly and swallowed slowly, so he'd never once choked on his food.
While Fufu was focused on the strawberry, Hickson pulled out the snacks he'd brought from home and placed them in the basket too, then took out the Star-pad and some cub toys, setting them on the sofa.
The snacks his colleagues had tossed into the basket were mostly fruits and small packaged treats—not much, but a real hodgepodge. If he let the cub eat all of it, that probably wouldn't end well.
Hickson thought for a moment, then picked up the snack basket and said, "Fufu, you can't eat all of these. You can only pick two."
Fufu had just been basking in the joy of enjoying his food, and now the delicious treats were about to slip away—he let out a dissatisfied cry: "Ah?"
Hickson wiped the strawberry juice that was about to drip down to his chin and said, "If you eat everything, you'll get a stomachache. You can only pick two." He paused, then added, "But you can pick two more this afternoon, and two more tomorrow."
The cub's eyes lit up instantly. If there were more every day, that didn't sound bad at all! Fufu wasn't an impatient cub.
He finally agreed, finished the last bite of strawberry in his hand, then picked out two sugar tangerines and a small pack of milk cookies from the little basket, happily tucking them into his pocket.
Hickson placed the snack basket on the top shelf of the bookshelf, out of reach, to keep the cub from succumbing to temptation and sneaking snacks.
Next came work time. His office was divided into an inner room and an outer room—the inner for working, the outer for receiving guests, separated by a glass door. That conveniently kept him and Fufu apart: he worked in the inner room while Fufu attended lessons and played in the outer room. This way, he could check on the cub from time to time without being disturbed.
Still, Hickson couldn't help himself—every few dozen minutes, he'd step out to play with Fufu for a bit and check on the cub's lesson progress.
At noon, the big guy and the cub drank their Nutrient Solution, then took a nap together. Hickson, who rarely napped, lay back on the sofa to serve as a body pillow so Fufu could rest.
As it turned out, he got hypnotized by the cub's steady little snores and ended up sleeping for nearly an hour himself.
When he woke up, Hickson felt completely refreshed. Following his morning promise, he let Fufu pick two more snacks from the little basket, then set the cub up in the outer room to play on his own while he went back to work.
What he didn't know was that beneath the company's calm surface, the explosive news that the Twilight Group's CEO had suddenly taken in a cub was spreading through the circles like a virus.
Everyone who heard it refused to believe it—that a cold, rigid, utterly uninteresting capitalist workaholic like him would actually be willing to care for a little burden.
But after seeing the footage of the little vampire cub someone had captured from a distance, everyone fell silent.
Well… if it was that kind of cub…
Still, they hoped President Nuo would stay focused on work and not get too caught up in raising the cub, letting playtime ruin his productivity.
As for this cub… well, why not send him over to my place first…
Yet amid the sea of envious voices, there was one exception—Hickson's old friend through thick and thin, Rex, the eldest young master of the werewolf Moon family. Upon learning that Hickson had also started raising a little brother, his only thought was:
Hahahaha! You finally got a taste of it too!!
Yes, he was that hard-hearted. Even faced with the adorable, well-behaved little vampire cub in the video, he remained utterly unmoved.
After all, everyone else was just talking big—he was the one who actually had a cub to raise.
Of course, it wasn't his own cub, but his little brother. Strictly speaking, his brother should have been raised by their parents, but werewolves as a race were generally rough and boisterous. As the leaders of Moonshadow Planet, his wolf father and wolf mother were busy all day fighting, breaking up fights, or turning from peacemakers into brawlers themselves mid-mediation. Neither had the patience to care for a small cub. They'd just let him run wild on Moonshadow Planet, letting the cub roam the mountains freely, raising him into a thoroughly feral little thing.
It wasn't until the wolf cub turned four and became increasingly unruly that his wolf parents finally realized things couldn't go on like this. So they sent the cub to Capital Star to live with Rex, hoping the cub would absorb some of the refinement of metropolitan civilization and grow into a steady, cultured little wolf pup.
Steady and cultured! Rex didn't even want to comment. Did his parents not look at their own family—did they even have the genes for that?!
Even if they did, they certainly weren't in his lousy little brother!
Of course, he wasn't a bad older brother either. He had no objection to looking after the cub.
After all, treating young cubs well was a consensus among all adult Fantasy Species. And given their long lifespans and strong family values, it wasn't uncommon for the eldest brother or sister in a family to care for the little ones. Besides, with nannies and household robots to help, raising a cub wasn't that heavy a burden.
The problem was, his lousy little brother was way too hard to handle!
What decent cub starts their rebellious phase at three years old?
What decent cub, fully capable of taking human form, insists on staying in wolf form all day and crawling around on the floor?
What decent cub digs holes in other people's neighborhood lawns the moment they step outside, and when kept indoors, tears the sofa apart until the frame is exposed?!
Heaven as his witness, what kind of older brother gets fined for not keeping his cub on a leash while out for a walk? He'd brought shame upon the entire werewolf race!
Remember, when his parents first handed his little brother over, the kid actually looked pretty adorable. A head of white fur, such a soft little face, and with that cold expression—fierce but cute in a babyish way. At the time, it melted his heart so much that he lost his head and agreed to raise him.
And then he fell straight into hell, locked in a battle of wits with his own brother.
So no one knew better than him: cubs were traps!
No matter how cute a cub looked, once you brought one home to raise, they were all little demons wreaking havoc!
So when he heard that Hickson had also started raising his little brother, he only wanted to throw his head back and laugh—hahahaha, finally, he wasn't the only one being tormented by a cub!
He'd initially wanted to send his congratulations right away, but on second thought, that wasn't enough. He needed to mock Hickson in person.
So, taking advantage of a free afternoon, Rex drove over to Twilight Group.
He'd heard that Hickson had brought the cub to work today, and he was already prepared to see an office reduced to rubble and an old friend at his wit's end.
To prevent Hickson from cleaning up in advance and putting on a brave face when he learned of the visit, he didn't even announce himself—he charged straight to the other man's office for a surprise attack.
However, upon entering the CEO's office, Rex did not see the scene he had imagined.
The reception area outside the office was spotless—the wooden coffee table had no scratches, the leather sofa had no holes, and the monstera plant in the corner hadn't been torn apart. Everything looked just like a normal office.
The only difference was that some toys and snacks were scattered across the sofa and coffee table, and a little cub with a head full of curly hair was sitting on the sofa, twisting a colorful little Rubik's cube back and forth.
Rex was completely stunned.
Wait, that's not right… wasn't Hickson supposed to have brought his cub to work?
Ah, of course, there was indeed a cub here… but this was not what bringing a cub to work should look like!
He stood at the door, momentarily speechless.
Just then, the little cub seemed to notice his arrival. Surprisingly, it showed no shyness at all—it put down the Rubik's cube, jumped off the sofa, and ran up to him:
"Are you looking for big brother?"
Yes, even when meeting a stranger, it didn't bare its teeth, didn't howl, and didn't wipe dirty paws on someone's trench coat hem…
Instead, it looked up at him obediently and asked who he was there to see.
Rex felt a bit dazed as he asked blankly, "Is… is your big brother Hickson?"
The cub looked a little confused, blinked its eyes, scratched its curly hair, and said, "Big brother is just big brother."
The conversation momentarily hit a standstill.
Fortunately, Hickson, who was in the inner office, noticed the commotion outside and opened the door to walk out.
"Big brother!" Fufu let out a happy cry and pattered over, giving Hickson's leg a hug.
Rex's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
He opened his mouth but couldn't find the words. He could only point at the cub, then at the sofa, then at himself, his face exaggerated, flailing his arms and legs in intense body language.
Hickson, whether he understood or not, simply gave him a calm nod: "Yes, this is my little brother. Come, Fufu, say hello to Brother Rex."
Fufu turned to look at him, then obediently ran over and reached out a hand: "Hello, brother. I'm Fufu."
"…" Rex stared at the cub before him—head tilted up, little round eyes blinking, tiny chubby hand extended toward him—and his heart was in turmoil.
No, impossible! Yours is a cub? Then what the hell is the one I'm raising?!
How could there possibly be such a well-behaved, such an adorable cub in this world?
Lies, it's all AI-generated!
Seeing that he didn't respond, Fufu looked a little confused and called out again, "Brother?"
Hickson across from him let out a soft tsk, casting a disapproving look.
Only then did Rex snap back to reality. He quickly crouched down and took Fufu's hand in return.
Werewolves were too large in build, and their hands were thick. Afraid of hurting the cub, he extended only his thumb and index finger to gently pinch Fufu's little hand: "Hello, Fufu… I'm Rex. Just call me Brother Rex."
Fufu was finally satisfied, smiling with narrowed eyes, and even shook his finger back and forth.
Hickson's expression also softened, a hint of tenderness showing in his eyes.
"Have a seat." Hickson walked over to the sofa, tossed the scattered toys into a small basket on the coffee table, and gestured for Rex to sit.
Fufu also ran over and sat down beside his brother, but his gaze was still curiously examining Rex.
Rex sat down, barely managing to regain a shred of clarity in his mind.
No, impossible… Although Fufu did look a bit cuter than the average pup, that well-behaved demeanor was definitely put on.
No one knew better than him how children of this age behaved—no matter how adorable they looked, they couldn't possibly be this obedient and well-mannered.
He observed Fufu carefully, trying to find a flaw in the other's act.
Sure enough, the moment Fufu sat down, he started sizing him up, his gaze stuck on the dark gray wolf ears atop his head, unable to look away.
Yes, because Rex was a Werewolf—not only could he transform into a wolf, but even when moving about in human form, he kept his fluffy wolf ears and large tail, just like a vampire's fangs. It was the most distinctive trait of werewolves.
Cubs from other races often grew curious about their wolf ears. Rex was familiar with the routine—they always started with that look in their eyes, and the next step was pouncing on him to tug and bite.
And the Fufu before him was no exception, staring straight at him with wide eyes, his little bottom inching toward him, then inching again.
Hmph, he knew this little thing couldn't keep up the act for more than three seconds. Come on, pounce already, let me expose you and your brother's disguise—
But the next second, Fufu shuffled over to his side, then blinked with a look of longing and said:
"Big brother, can Fufu touch them?"
What? Such a polite request!
How could a pup this age be so mannerly? You could've just climbed right up and grabbed them, and big brother wouldn't have been able to do anything about it…
Damn it! But do you think being polite means you can do whatever you want? Everyone knows that werewolves hate having their ears touched by outsiders the most. So…
Rex looked at the eager pup before him, opened his mouth, opened it again, and finally forced out: "Go ahead."
And with that, he even lowered his head cooperatively.
"Yay!" Fufu let out a joyful cry, immediately crawled over along the sofa, knelt up, raised both hands, and gripped one of Rex's wolf ears in each, rubbing and kneading them, then turned back to his brother with a delighted look to share, "Big brother, they're so soft, so warm, so comfy! Fufu loves them!"
Hickson naturally knew that werewolves disliked outsiders touching their ears, but since Fufu was still small and had obtained Rex's consent, he didn't stop him. He just watched the two with some amusement, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
The next second, however, he caught Rex glaring at him with a look that said, "Dare you laugh and you're dead."
No way, Rex thought: he was only letting this one pass because the kid was too small—he wasn't about to stoop to a pup's level. Did they really think he enjoyed this?
Sure, the pup's hands were indeed soft and tiny, and rubbing them against his ears sent a tingle through them… but this was a matter of werewolf dignity—there was absolutely no way he liked it!
But then, Fufu suddenly exclaimed in delight, "Big brother, your big tail can fan the air! So amazing!"
Rex looked down and realized that his large wolf tail, which had been resting on the sofa, was now inexplicably wagging at lightning speed, practically like a propeller.
Damn, didn't this make it look like he actually enjoyed letting this little thing touch him?
His ears immediately grew hot as he shot a glare at Hickson, who was barely holding back his laughter, while desperately trying to control his tail.
Only Fufu remained oblivious to their silent exchange, gazing adoringly at Rex's big tail as he pleaded once more: "Big brother, can Fufu touch it? Fufu will give you something tasty…"
"…" Rex wanted to refuse. After all, his ears had already been touched by the cub, and refusing now would make it seem like he actually cared.
Forget it. Rex turned his head away and said with a resigned air, "Go ahead."
"Thanks, big brother!" Fufu was instantly overjoyed, immediately pouncing over to touch his big brother's fluffy tail.
But the tail wagged too quickly, and with his short arms, he lunged several times behind the werewolf without managing to grab it.
Fufu felt a bit wronged and pouted, about to say something more, when the werewolf brother had already pressed his own tail down and offered it over: "Go ahead, pet it."
"Big brother!" the cub said excitedly. "You're so nice!"
And so Rex, this towering and mighty werewolf, found himself being thoroughly petted by the little vampire cub.
Hickson was barely holding back his laughter beside them. Under Rex's murderous glare, he held it in for a while, and once he felt the moment was right, finally interrupted Fufu.
With Fufu around, there was no way he and Rex could have a proper conversation. So Hickson called over his assistant Rita and asked her to take Fufu to the next room for the time being. Having gotten to pet the big brother's fluffy ears and big tail, Fufu was in a wonderful mood. He didn't throw any tantrums at all, hopped off the sofa readily, and even picked out a bag of dried meat strips from his little snacks to give Rex as a thank-you gift.
Watching Fufu leave with the assistant lady, Rex's hand clutching the dried meat trembled slightly.
How should he put it? It felt like he'd been a cat at a cat café.
He could no longer talk tough. He took a sip of tea, then looked at Hickson with a complicated expression. "Let's duel."
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"You bastard," he couldn't hold it in any longer, lunging forward to grab Hickson's shoulders and shake him vigorously. "How the hell are you this lucky? Do you have any idea what an obedient, wonderful cub you've got?!"
But Hickson remained perfectly calm, frowning as he brushed Rex's hands away. "Alright, alright. I heard your younger brother is a bit mischievous."
Rex: "…"
"A bit"?! How dare you say it so casually?!
But Hickson just smoothed out the shirt Rex had wrinkled, and said nonchalantly, "Cubs at this age are all a little naughty. You need to be patient with him."
Now he's lecturing me! Rex couldn't take it anymore:
"You're raising one this obedient, and then you tell ME to be patient?!"
Hickson frowned. "Don't just look at the surface. Fufu can be quite mischievous sometimes too."
"Huh?" Rex wanted nothing more than to roll his eyes, but seeing that Hickson sounded serious, he still held onto a sliver of hope and pressed on. "How is he mischievous? Tell me, so I can feel better about myself."
"He's always been a handful. The first time we met, he grabbed my clothes and climbed all over me. He asks to be held at every opportunity, and won't even sleep properly unless he's cuddling his big brother.
"He doesn't like studying either—he can sit through at most two lessons of early education class before getting bored.
"He's also a picky eater, loves fruit and juice, and if you don't give him any, he'll keep acting cute until you do…
"Oh right, there's more. He doesn't dress properly either. Every time, he just pulls on his shirt and pants, too lazy to button up, and wanders around the house with his chest wide open, not caring at all if his belly gets cold."
Hickson paused here, as if recalling that image, and lowered his head with a faint smile.
Then he looked back at Rex:
"But I've been guiding him patiently, treating him as an independent individual, and reasoning with him. See, in just a few days, Fufu has already made great progress compared to when he first arrived."
Hickson looked out of the reception room at the little cub playing pat-a-cake with the assistant lady, and smiled:
"I believe that as long as he's guided properly, the cub will only get better and better."
Rex listened to his words, seeming to gain some insight, nodding along with a smile, and then pulled out his phone and started tapping on it.
Hickson looked over. "Are you calling your younger brother?"
"No." Rex smiled through gritted teeth. "I'll hire two hitmen to kill you."
Damn it! You're putting on airs like some great educator now?!
Being pretentious, are we? Needing your big brother to cuddle you to sleep counts as mischievous? You've never been woken up in the middle of the night by your little brother jumping on your face, have you?!
Eating fruit counts as mischievous? Then what about my Bluetooth earbud that my brother swallowed, still performing comedy routines in his stomach?! The doctor put a stethoscope to his belly and thought the God of Comedy had possessed him!
And refusing to button your clothes—hell, forget clothes, he won't even stay in human form! He insists human form is too clumsy and slows down his demolition work!!
You raise a cub like that and you dare lecture me about parenting?!
You're just a lucky-as-hell coffin-faced bastard!!
Rex's entire wolf being twisted with jealousy as he ground his teeth and left Hickson's office.
At the door, the enthusiastic little cub chased after him, wanting a photo with the big brother. So he crouched down, forcing down his jealousy, and took a picture with Fufu and Hickson.
When he got home, Rex lay on the sofa, staring at the group photo, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt.
What did Hickson have that he didn't? What made werewolves inferior to vampires? Why did they get to have such an adorable cub??
He racked his brain, and couldn't help but recall what Hickson had said.
Right—treating a cub as an equal individual, communicating with them honestly, maybe that would actually help.
Indeed, he thought of his own brother, Leo. He'd had a prejudice against him from the start, always thinking of him as a mischievous, rebellious little demon king.
Maybe that was exactly why Leo had become more and more rebellious, always refusing to listen to him.
Maybe he really should have a proper talk with Leo.
With that thought, Rex got up from the sofa, went upstairs, and arrived at Leo's room.
For once, the other was in human form, not tearing anything apart, crouched on the sofa, staring intently at the TV. It was playing… Animal World.
Rex paused mid-step. What now? Trying to rejoin the wolf pack again, are we??
He took a deep breath. Forget it, forget it—maybe that's not what it means. Lots of cubs like watching Animal World. It's an educational program; watching it can't hurt.
So he put on a smile and sat down beside the little wolf cub.
Leo just glanced at him with those ice-blue eyes, looking a bit puzzled, then quickly turned his gaze back to the TV.
Be honest, be honest. He chanted inwardly: treat the cub as an equal individual, share your true feelings.
So he pulled out his phone: "Leo, your big brother lost badly today. Look, this is that coffin-faced bat brother I told you about before, and this is his little brother—look how cute he smiles. We brothers can't let them show us up!"
Hearing this, Leo actually reacted—no longer wearing that "are you stupid" expression, but leaning in to look at his phone screen.
Seeing the method working, Rex pressed his advantage, continuing honestly: "Come on, Leo, give us a smile too. I'll take a photo and send it to them…
"Hey, hey, hey—no grabbing my phone! Give it back…
"Don't run!! Stop, stop, stop… Don't shift to wolf form, I won't chase you, alright?!
"Don't use your teeth! I just replaced this screen… Aaaah, you little brat, I'm going to pluck every hair off your body!!"
The werewolf family's first attempt at their new educational method was declared a failure.