Blackwood Puppy Food 소설 & 이야기

The man didn’t need superpowers to pick out the few warriors who had objected to being called pups. “You three,” he let out. “Come with Mr Lazy here. You’ll be attacking me all at once, once the individual sparring is done that is.” The most obnoxious one of them had the nerve to chuckle and say, “Aren’t you afraid you’ll get beaten up?” “Oh, bring it on, pup,” Mr Blackwood rolled his shoulders, looking perfectly relaxed. He soon was moving in our ranks, giving us valuable advice. “You’re leaving your right open, Parkers,” he let out once he reached me.

I raised an eyebrow. Her expression darkened with something close to alarm. “Sera, that’s not just any name. If he is the heir from the Blackwood family then he comes from The Bloodfall Pack, one of the most powerful packs in the East realm. Their wolves are feared by everyone and the heirs are seen as the biggest threat to the werewolf realm. Especially Dante Blackwood.” I frowned, “Why?” “Because his mother’s side they always made people… uneasy.” I blinked. “What do you mean?”

Maybe it was time for Shei to see the other face of the Blackwood pack. I had been bugging Beta Kian to at least give me informations about the poorest places in their territory. I had been to slums of Ivory pack and secretly went to orphanages and retirement homes to give extra supplies and small gifts to the children. Like toys and sweets, they seldom had them due to poverty.

"EMOTIONAL SUPPORT, Ethan." The third puppy is mostly black with tan markings on its face. The fourth is golden, like its mother, with paws that seem too big for its body. The fifth is a mix of colors—brown and white and a streak of something darker along its spine. The sixth is the smallest of the healthy ones, a pale cream color that catches the morning light. And then there's the first one. The fighter.

She didn't forget to always sing to my ears that her daughter would mate with the Alpha when he returned. Until one day, my family decided they could no longer tolerate me. They sold me to the Central Kitchen of the Enchanted Shadows Pack to work as an apprentice. Every month, my wages would be directly transferred to my father's account because I was still underage. However, I never received any pocket money. I will never forget the scene of my first day at the Central Kitchen. I saw more food that day than I had seen in my entire life. It was like Charlie visiting a chocolate factory for the first time with an empty stomach.

Blackwood towered before me, with an unremovable smirk on his face, he launched his hands at me, his finger digging deep into the side of my body, thrusting deeper, and deeper. I screamed in pain, having no idea what it is he was looking for inside my body. “Ahhhhh!! Stop! Stop!” I cried out, but he didn’t. Then he snatched something out of my body, and the pain felt so unbearable. He took my wolf bone. My head hit the floor in a loud thud, my hands holding onto the side of my body Blackwood had wounded. I grunted in pain, my entire body taken by it, blood… I was laying on my pool of blood.

In the evening, the guests started to arrive, and Chris and Liam got busy with the guests introducing them to their pups. The guests thought it was weird that the Blackwood pack Luna had two mates, and she had twin pups, out of which the elder girl was a Beta, and the younger boy was an Alpha, but nobody dared to question the great Alpha Chris. Though it was strange, most of the other pack Alphas were happy for Chris, except for one. That one person was Alpha William of their neighboring pack named Moonshine Pack. Moonshine Pack was the immediate neighbor of the Blackwood Pack. They were a strong pack with around 750 wolves, but Alpha William was jealous of Chris as the greatness of the Blac

“Have you found a pet that you like, sir? I can take it out of the cage for you to look at it up close.” “It’s fine.” Brendan backed further away and tried to remember the puppy’s appearance with great effort. “I would like to get a black puppy with brown fur on top of its head. About one month old.” The pet shop owner felt troubled, as it would not be easy to get a puppy with brown fur on top of its head. In addition, the customer had requested a specific age. “Sir, your request is…” “Too difficult?” Brendan pulled his black card out of his wallet and tossed it on the table. “Money is not an issue if you can get it.”

Grr. I heard the growl of a vicious dog...hopefully it was just a dog and nothing worse. But my silent prayer was not fulfilled. I saw a puppy backing away, tail wagging and whining. The puppy is black and in front of it walks forward a white wolf with blue eyes. It's big and I have a feeling it's going to gobble up the little pup—or more correctly called the wolf pup.

“Not only do people prefer smaller dogs, they tend to think that black dogs are more aggressive. It’s called Black Dog Syndrome. Some people say it’s just a myth, but as you can see, it’s true here.” Looking at the sad faces gazing back at him made Brady want to cry. They all looked so sad, like they’d just given up on life. “Why do you keep them all together?” “So that they can bond, rely on one another,” she replied. “I still think Blacky has a good chance of being adopted. He’s young, and I think he may be a full-blooded lab. But just in case, I want him to have friends in here, like Samson, Zeke, and Beau.” She pointed at three of the larger older dogs as she spoke.