Novel & Cerita American Rottweiler

----- Core group: Canis-Proles Subspecies: Wrath Lineage: dog Size: head-torso length from 120 to 140 centimeters (with tail 153 to 170 centimeters), withers from 70 to 90 centimeters. Weight: 60 to 72 kilograms Color and Appearance: The physique is very similar to that of a Timber Wolf. The basic color is mostly a dark cobalt blue that turns black on the paws and tail; just like on the ears. The eyes are rimmed with white fur. Character: Highly social in the pack, and probably the only known prole that rears in the pack. The Wrath is highly aggressive when it comes to defending his territory.

The area around him was filled with iron cages, each about two to three square meters in size, most of them housing large dogs. Julien was indeed a dog expert, as Americans were known for being the biggest dog lovers in the world. As a top-tier billionaire, he was well-versed in various breeds, so with a glance at the doors on both sides, he recognized Tibetan Mastiffs, Pit Bulls, Dogo Argentino, Tosas, Rottweilers, and many other breeds he was familiar with but couldn't quite name. This caused Julien's face to turn pale as he realized that every dog in this place was a powerful fighter. Many of these breeds were banned in the United States, and if they were all released at once, even eight

While shocked could be the real name on each big noble man's face at the dining hearing Alejandro's degree, who seemed blank. While madam Genelia too spoke nothing against anything. The wild dogs? Was master Alejandro even serious? The wild dogs were African-Brazilian breed with the most aggressive traits in them, they feed on 5 kg flesh every single day owning the most wildest nature among dogs. Garcia's owned almost 50 of them. Just because those were master Alejandro's most deared pets. The charming thing about the wild dogs which caught master's eyes were that they can even feed on humans if they were angered even a slightest bit.

Dog barked at him from the end of his leash near the clothesline. “Shut up.” But the Rottweiler persisted. “Shut the fuck up!” Wes ran to the animal and kicked its head with the heel of his boot. Dog howled louder, charging again. Wes backed off, the world spinning. He fell to his knees and tore at the grass as though scrambling for answers buried beneath.

His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace. Damian Slovan Sletherion from the Ironclad Pack stood like a giant, his muscular frame towering over most. His short, dark brown hair and stern expression only enhanced his reputation as one of the most powerful alphas, his pack renowned for their unmatched strength and combat prowess. Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force.

----- Core group: Canis-Proles Subspecies: Wrath Lineage: dog Size: head-torso length from 120 to 140 centimeters (with tail 153 to 170 centimeters), withers from 70 to 90 centimeters. Weight: 60 to 72 kilograms Color and Appearance: The physique is very similar to that of a Timber Wolf. The basic color is mostly a dark cobalt blue that turns black on the paws and tail; just like on the ears. The eyes are rimmed with white fur. Character: Highly social in the pack, and probably the only known prole that rears in the pack. The Wrath is highly aggressive when it comes to defending his territory.

Jake asked. “Yes.” Aeden said trying not to laugh. She thought about her two Neapolitan Mastiff’s. A male and female, Apollo and Artemis, they were both pitch black with wrinkles all over their faces and bodies. They sleep on a huge dog bed at the end of her bed and followed her around the house until it was time to go outside and walk the perimeter with her Team. The new guys didn’t quite understand this yet.

alpha Rowan explains to all of us. "Any questions?" Alpha Aiden asks and none of us had any. "Great, I'll leave it to you beta," alpha Aiden says holding alpha Rowan's hand leaving us alone in the room with our beta. "Yesterday you all did a great step in your life, you shifted for the first time, we have two grey wolves and an adorable white one," he says not specifying which one of us is which color. All of my family is dark furred wolf, I don't think I'll be the white one, we take after our parents and mine are black and brown.

Rex explained. "To be honest, the 7 packs are the youngest wolves we know. I didn't always run with the pack I run with now. I used to be one of Jo's Rogues. I am half Royal, half Lunari." As soon as Shyfter said he ran with the Rogues, Rex's wolf emerged and melded with his human instinctively.

Everyone stills, yearned to see their killer with their own eyes. And see the Irony. It was the sight of the most beautiful wolf they had ever seen. His bones starts shifting. The bloody torn clothes he wore, getting ripped off. To take form into a shining black wolf, triple a normal wolves size. Eyes silver, fur black and claws even darker. " Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" He roars again. His eyes only fixed at Elora. And next anyone knows. He enters into a sprint and within seconds at a lightning speed.