Romans & histoires American Rottweiler

He desperately tried to reach out with his completely shredded right hand to protect his bleeding face, but his severely starved muscles completely failed. They reached the dark, isolated east wing of the massive estate. The putrid, overwhelming stench of wet fur, raw meat, and animal feces violently assaulted Aryan’s bleeding nose. The incredibly loud, aggressive barking of six massive, terrifyingly large Rottweilers instantly erupted the exact second they smelled the fresh, hot blood actively dripping from Aryan’s mangled body.

"The entery goes on to say, 'Douglas was digging a little more into the pack and it's goings-on when he heard that the girl didn't get far before the alpha's trackers found her hiding out a few towns over. They followed her and when she was alone chased and cornered her in an alley but somehow she got away and the trackers were brought back to be treated for serious burns. I think that when she was trapped and probably scared out of her mind, her emotions were running wild and especially as she was unable to shift due to the pregnancy, Rosalee burnt them to protect herself. I suspect using a power unbeknowing to her, because if she knew about it I believe she would have used it sooner. Rosal

Allona's POV: My sensitive senses are filled with the thunderous howls of my pack. Their mighty hooves send a reverberating echo, a testament of their fight for dominance and ferocity. The fog is kind of thick tonight but it doesn't matter to us. The Redwood Pack's vision is the sharpest among most of the Packs around and I know for a fact that mine is the best. I can sense that my Dad is just a few meters ahead of me with my Mom. I can smell my brother's scent nearby as well. I didn't know anyone yet who can beat my Dad in speed in his wolf form, that's how amazing he simply is.

The Alpha, Brody, had also shifted; his wolf was a dark black and was a close size to Mason's. Brody ran over to me and growled, his eyes wondering over my wolf in happiness. He rubbed his head against my neck and I growled in response; a happy, cheerful growl. Mason rushed over and pushed Brody away from me. He stood in front of me, blocking Brody from me. Brody growled at him in anger, Mason returned the growl.

My Dad started explaining to me what we planned to do “ Mama and I will shift close to midnight to hopefully encourage your wolf forward…” I nod at him, I cant wait for my wolf to meet my Mum and Dad’s. My Dad’s wolf is big, almost the same size as an Alpha wolf which is unsual, and strong, which is needed for a Beta, he is a deep grey colour, and has deep brown eyes. He was called Pax.

’ Aurora asked via the link. ‘Not yet, I think there could be two or possibly three people that I can tell right now, and they’re definitely rouge wolves as they smell gross.’ She said, I’ve never come across a rouge and yet I know what the smell like from what Aurora has been told that they smell like rotting flesh, dried blood and death all rolled into one. ‘How far away is Ryder? I still can’t sense him?’ She replied with the same worry I currently had for Xander that they could be hurt.

Do you have one for Lucas? There were a couple of options back that weren't my thing, but what Dempsey was looking for. -Yeah. The manager says it's a mix between a German Shepherd and a Rottweiler ,” he commented when we heard the manager's footsteps bringing the dog. Bradley took the leash and fearlessly ran my fingers behind his ear, earning a couple of licks from the animal.

There's an apology I need to convey to him. In a split second, a strong gust of wind carrying sand began to surround Jermaine and Rohan and when the wind left, both of them had transformed into their wolf form. One is a wolf with two-tone fur, a combination of black on the front and white on the back and tail. His eyes glowed a beautiful bright blue. It was Jermaine's wolf form, a unique feature only possessed by pure descendants of Alpha Jocheved blood. Meanwhile, the other is a silver wolf with golden eyes.

Yapping and jumping as they tried to get to the children. Rosalie felt safe knowing that these dogs were all locked up and couldn't harm her. If only she had known there was a dog that wasn't locked inside. She held her breath as she watched a Doberman Pinscher approach her. It's black fur glinting in the sunlight with its cropped ears and tail it almost reached her knee. It sniffed the area around Rosalie's feet, deeming her to mean no harm before he turned away from her as if though she didn't interest him enough.

Whatever her decision was, even if it was too sweet for him, he'd agree. Anything for her. "Marshmallow for you..." she started, gesturing at the black Rottweiler and hugging him all over "because you're so soft and fluffy and I could squish you all day. You're like a giant chocolate marshmallow, Marshmallow!" "And you" she gestured to the big Dobermann on her other side, the one who was cuddling the side of her legs and begging for attention. Alvaro's eyes squinted at him; he didn't like the way the mutt was acting.