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“Please don’t turn mу sweet dog іntо a bad аѕѕ.” “Don’t роut, bаbу.” What the hеll?

A person who was good at tracking and playing with the enemy was played by his target today. Although he hadn't figured it out how the other side knew about their existence yet. But this was no longer the point, and it was not the time to think about it now. "Today, I've suffered a great loss." Under great pressure, Head Dog actually showed a smile. But when this smile appeared on his face, it made people feel creepy. "A group of brainless idiots. All of them are a group of idiots." Head Dog raised his hand and pointed at shapeshifting demons in the air one by one.

Maybe driving will help clear our minds enough that we can function. Two Dogs, Madison's crazy pit bull, gets up and mopes behind me. I grab his leash off the rack by the back door and decide to bring him with us. He whines when he should be happy at a chance to go for a car ride. Somehow, he knows Madison's in trouble. At least the damn goat is in Flagstaff or we would have a menagerie in the back seat.

I chuckled and nudged her gently, "but wolves are like dogs, aren't they?" An offended look crossed Bea's face at that and the feeling of wanting to pinch her cute chubby cheeks washed over me. Bea met my gaze steadily with a serious expression on her face, her lips drawn in a straight line. I mentally screamed at the adorable sight. "Bea no dog," she patted her chest proudly, "Bea wolf!" An infatuated smile tugged at my lips, and I tapped her nose in adoration, "Of course you are. I'm sorry."

She winked †*†*† That Saturday morning, I arrived at the pound quick early. That was one thing about me. Always on time. I met a guy who showed me the way to the boss office. In there, he kept talking about how good it feels to have a dog. " So why do you want one?" The guy, Brad asked. " My best friend said I should get one to keep me company and it's kinda like a therapy thing." I replied. He nodded and said we can go ahead to check the dogs out.

JENNA POV “Oh pipe down, Fido! I haven’t moved any closer to you and your ‘esteemed’ pack.” I snarl back, leaning heavily into the sarcasm. The other three growl out at me and I just plaster my best cheshire-like menacing smile on my face. “What? Don’t like being referred to as dogs? Too bad. I’m not a pack member; you can’t tell me what to do. I haven’t broken any rules or crossed territory lines. So, you and your 101 Dalmatians should just chill the fuck out.” I can see his hackles rising up and his wolf preparing to snap.

Then he asked, “So, would you keep him for two days? For his sake… because he really likes you.” The dog let out another pitiful little whimper. Animals have simple emotions, but people are complicated. Annabelle could easily see that Aron was trying to use the dog as an excuse to stay in contact with her. His reason was too flimsy. Even Gauge couldn’t help but chuckle. Aron shot him a cold glare. “What are you laughing at?” Gauge raised a hand. “Sorry, the dog’s just too cute. Makes me wanna get one too—might even help me land a girlfriend.”

"See? I told you. You had to open your mouth and ruin my day." Owen, unfazed by my sarcasm, held up his dog, G****e, who looked adorably confused. "But look," Owen said, his voice dripping with mock innocence as he made G****e sit up on his hind legs. "How can you say no to this face?"

Drenched in cold sweat, I got up to shower, changed into fresh clothes, and went downstairs to get a glass of warm water. Hearing my footsteps, Goody and Doggo stirred. Goody lazily closed his eyes again when he saw me, but Doggo wagged his tail and padded over to my side. I sat on the couch, placed the glass on the coffee table, and scooped Doggo into my arms. “A wealthy woman who thrives on admiration and flattery every day—there’s no way she’ll allow herself to lose easily,” I muttered. When people become desperate, they’re capable of anything. This trip to Sharonville wouldn’t be uneventful.

Chapter Twenty Seven Daykan slid to the floor and put his back against the door. He carefully listened until Naomi started her car and left. He cradled his head in his hands and tried to breathe steadily, but it sounded shaky to him. Had he really done the right thing? Why did it feel so wrong? “You had your reasons remember? They were good reasons.” He whispered encouragingly. Damn! What were his reasons again? Maybe listing them out would help. Daykan held up a finger and enthusiastically nodded. “Umm, well for starters; it would be such a weird conversation explaining how I can turn into basically, a gigantic dog.”