Blackwood Puppy Food 소설 & 이야기

I was always just a means to an end. “What do you mean?” I’m inching toward the window now, away from Andrew, desperation clawing at my throat. “What kind of interests?” “Collectors,” Blackwood says simply, polishing another of his rings on his jacket. “People who appreciate unique, valuable things. Your offspring will be well cared for, I assure you. Fed, housed, trained…” “Trained for what?” “Entertainment. Protection. Companionship.” His oily grin widens. “Whatever their masters require.”

“Let me do most of the talking, alright? You don’t have to act too much.” “Act too much?” I scoff. “This is already too much.” He laughs lightly but doesn’t respond. When we pull up in front of the Blackwood Mansion, my jaw nearly drops. It’s huge... tall gates, wide driveway and lights glowing from every window. “Wow,” I whisper. “Welcome to my world,” he says simply. A butler opens the door for us and as we step inside I spot several people already seated at the dining table... his parents and few relatives all dressed elegantly.

Wolves dissected even old territory announcements from Blackwood Pack Holdings, searching for details about the Alpha pair's romance. Pack comments flowed wildly across the territories: "Six-and-a-half feet tall, the perfect Alpha, trained in the Northern Territories!" exclaimed one admirer. "They have three pups!" another pointed out. "Wow, little Lily looks just like him!" noted a she-wolf. "Never meet an Alpha too powerful when you're young—Aurora can't escape now," joked someone else. "Ha, Alpha Blackwood is just like us, still attending pack councils." "Working hard for his beloved mate!"

I breathed a little catching my breath when I heard something coming from a nearby bush, I looked around and walked to the sound, I won't deny that I was a little afraid to approach, it wasn't as if I liked to face danger, but curiosity spoke louder, when I got close enough I could hear a whimper that seemed to be from some animal, I put my hands on the branches and opened them like a curtain, seeing a small puppy, I didn't know exactly what breed it was, with a black and white coat, the eyes were totally black with the ears and some parts of the body the white was so hairy and cute. - Hey, little friend! Are you alone? - I bent down with a little difficulty, picking him up with one hand. Wh

'When the opportunity presents itself, I have to find Blackie a female dog or some sort of partner from the mystical beast bloodline. "Master, I put in some effort, so could you give me some top-quality dog food?" Blackie's eyes were gleaming with anticipation. He had not forgotten about it ever since he tasted it at Zombieland in Sky Blue Base City. Lucas was dumbfounded. He had not expected Blackie to remember the top-quality dog food. It was a surprise to him. Nevertheless, he bought 500 grams of top-quality dog food from the Points Mall. Blackie enjoyed its food so much so Cherry and the rest were on the brink of drooling.

he asked, his tone teasing but with an edge of authority that made the pups sit up straighter, and made my cheeks flush. “Yes!” they answered in unison. “Then take good care of her, alright?” Kaelen reminded them again, more gently this time. Then he turned to me and pressed a kiss to my cheek, right there in front of everyone. He must have looked into my past. After the rogue attack, when I was still a teen, my mother and I helped Blackwood recover alongside the rest of our pack. While the adults rebuilt homes and gathered supplies, I volunteered to teach the younger pups. Keeping them occupied not only sharpened their skills but also gave their exhausted parents one less thing to worry abo

Victor grunted. He sat in a high-backed chair on the balcony, his frame still massive but leaner, the muscle stringy. He rubbed his left thigh, where a jagged scar from the Shadow War still throbbed when the air turned damp. He wasn't the White Alpha right now. He was just a man watching the sun dip behind the Blackwood peaks. "The dog is sixteen years old, Victor. He hasn't eaten anything tougher than soaked kibble in a decade." Elodie walked over, her bare feet silent on the stone. She set the mug down and sat on the railing, her eyes fixed on the valley below.

Streetlights cast golden pools of light along the way. At the end of the drive, massive iron gates stood open. Beyond them, Blackwood Manor rose like something from a dream. Or a nightmare. The main house was enormous. Three stories of classic architecture, all stone and tall windows. Wings extended from either side, creating a U-shape around a circular driveway with a fountain at its center. Lights blazed from dozens of windows, making the entire structure glow against the darkening sky. “This is…” I couldn’t find words. “Home,” Seraphina said simply. “For over two hundred years, this has been the seat of Nightfall Pack leadership.”

“There are far too many werewolves in the world for that. Besides, we take pride in our packs. They’re like countries for us. Each one lives by different rules, traditions, etcetera.” I wanted this one-sided conversation to switch. My desire to learn everything there is to know about Erin was brimming beneath my skin. “Why did you create Blackwood INC when you had this place?” her eyes fell on mine, and my breath hitched. Goddess, she was beautiful. Stunning. And covered in my scent… A delicious shiver rolled through my body. “This pack runs on my funds, and while it’s self-sustaining within the pack, Blackwood INC is the reason I’ve been able to make Blackwood the largest wolfpack on the We

I replied, my voice thin and colorless. ​ "The Blackwood Pack Alpha is arriving today, earlier than anticipated. They travel with haste," he sneered, clearly annoyed by the imposition. "His contingent will be here for breakfast. Everything must be flawless. And a fresh batch of sourdough rolls, not that stiff nonsense you made yesterday." ​ My heart sank. The Blackwood Pack. They were notoriously powerful, known for their strict hierarchy and—infamously—their brutal Alpha. Alpha Kael Blackwood. The thought of him sent an uncomfortable chill down my spine that had nothing to do with the kitchen's refrigeration unit.