A Dog's Journey 3 Novels & Stories

Powerful front and thinner hind legs, long thick coat. Having received freedom, the dog spun on the spot and moved away from his liberator. “Well, now you’re free,” Anika said, watching the dog move away, “and it’s time for me to go home.” Pleased with her action, she waved goodbye to the departing dog and returned to the path, hurrying home. My soul felt somehow light and joyful from the good deed done. Today's attempt to shorten the path was not in vain, bringing salvation to a living creature. And everything would have ended with pleasant memories and sensations, if a few minutes later she had not noticed that the rescued dog was following her.

The fluffy brown and white dog bounded towards Senthaiz, her eyes gleaming with love and curiosity. Poppy approached Senthaiz with a playful bounce, her paws leaving imprints in the soft grass. She nuzzled against Senthaiz's leg, eager for attention and ready to accompany her on the journey ahead. Senthaiz smiled, grateful for the presence of her furry friend.

Took him long enough, but with everything packed, I turned to hug Elizabeth goodbye before looking for Arthur. As I called out for him, the little old corgi came running into the stable and jumped into my arms as Keith’s much bigger and younger dogs chased him. He whined as they tried jumping to catch him, and I laughed as I hugged him goodbye. “Take me with you.” he whispered into my ear, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his plea. He wasn’t supposed to be running around with a bad leg anyway. He licked my cheek and whispered a final, “Stay safe!” before I placed him in Joan’s arms and we finally left on our journey.

I’ve learned quick there is no point in making a scene about it especially when it’s just going to happen again in any number of months. Bett and I pull into the driveway, and the moving truck is already there and full. Our mom is sitting on the porch waiting for us to show up, so we get out of the car and sit next to her while she finishes talking to the movers. When they leave and start heading to our next destination mom wraps her arms around both Bett and I, she gives us both a kiss on the head and sighs. After a couple minutes she stands up and starts walking to the black SUV. “Rose you coming with me or Bett” she asks over her shoulder

We need to be prepared. I’ve seen Zahra and her wolf in action. They’re a force to be reckoned with, but right now they’re weak, and fragile, and broken. I have a rough plan for that too. But if we’re forced to race fit, healthy rogues for three days, we’ll need every advantage we can get. We return to the stables at three a.m. with nothing to show for our journey, just miles and miles of forest. No discernible landmarks. No sign of civilisation. Nothing.

"She won't bond with you. We've tried trainers, medications, everything. She's too damaged." "We'll take her," I repeat. Heidi looks between us, sees something in our faces. Recognition, maybe. Or understanding. "You see yourselves in her," she says softly. "Yes," I admit. "We do." The paperwork takes an hour. The dog… we name her Echo… doesn't fight when Heidi leashes her. Doesn't resist when we lead her to our car. Just follows with defeated acceptance, like she's expecting the worst. "She's been through hell," I say, watching her in the rearview mirror.

Anyone else would have been lost. With no hope of finding Jack, I almost turned around to save myself and Nugget-until the silhouette of Midnight rearing in the distance caught my attention. If I'd had a camera, the picture could have won awards. He was a beast, massive yet graceful. The flames were too close, and the stallion was unhappy, even though he was steadfast and diligently working at Jack's command.

his housekeeper announced formally. Jordan nodded and walked towards the foyer where Xavier and Adam just entered the main door. He called out Pogo when the dog pushed past them and run towards the street, across the opposite villa. “Oh, Christ!” He cursed as he hurriedly went out and followed after Pogo. He crossed the street and watched as Pogo bounded towards the main door, barking urgently. “Pogo, come back here!” The dog refused to follow his command and started scratching at the main door frantically. He also continued to bark and whine at the same time.

His voice was choked with sobs. This eternally stern elder of the Kindred was now like a helpless child. They searched for three whole days. They scoured every underground cellar and abandoned building in the city. Damien barely slept, his eyes shot with blood. The signal from their blood vow grew weaker and weaker, like a dying candle flame, until a few hours ago, the string that bound their souls had snapped completely. Finally, by tracking Seraphina's faint bloodline aura, they located her on the edge of the city.

We all waited for the rest, for the punchline, but she didn't move, her eyes locked on something behind us, wide with a sudden, silent alarm. Following her eyes, the three of us turned to look at the same time. Behind us was a dog. A regular dog, not a wolf, but a dog. A wolf I could understand; we were in a school filled with them, surrounded by their kind. But a regular dog? There was nothing around for miles, no houses, no farms, just wilderness. Where did it come from? It didn't seem feral, and its coat was clean and shiny, a stark contrast to a stray, but something was profoundly off about it. Lyric and I both began to slowly rise to our feet, a creeping sense of unease washing over us.