Novel & Cerita Bodi Rock Dog

Her voice hasn't softened in the slightest, and wow, a prostitute begging, what a concept. I pivot and give her the famous Street stare. It's a family trait and usually leaves men shaking in their boots. Of course it could be more than the stare. I'm six foot four with plenty of muscle to back it up. I'm one of five strapping boys, as my mother likes to say, and all of us gifted with great genes. "I want nothing to do with that beast from hell you call a dog." Shivers run down my spine remembering every contact I've had with the mutt. Daisy on his hind legs can rest his front paws on my shoulders. He has no training to speak of and enjoys jumping. I could handle the jumping if the dog didn't

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

After two seconds I get down on my stomach and army crawl backward so my feet will reach the small basement window first. I duck my head and push myself back on the dirty ground. My stomach scrapes the ground on something sharp due to the lack of space, a stinging pain erupts, and with that comes a clattering of my teeth. I clench my jaw and kick the window, it doesn't budge. Again I kick the window with my back foot, nothing. A squeak of irritation leaves my lips as a low terror swells my insides. Panic. Come on work, God please make this work. So again I kick with both feet hard and the window budges ever so slightly.

The other rogue joined him, holding my other hind leg ,when our bodies hit another big rock. Too desperate to save myself,my wolf form is able to hold onto the big rock, whimpering and whining. Trying to wriggle out of the grip of two rogues , I try moving my legs. But they were locked, in their snouts. Making my half body fur down below to be covered red in colour of blood. Tears of helplessness leave my eyes as my body enters into a state of shock, the eyes of those rogues looked like my death and I thought of surrendering myself.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

A rogue. Frost leaps forward in defence of our Mate and I welcome him, with just enough presence of mind to let my leather jacket slide from my shoulders and arms. The Change flows through me, fur and claws and teeth and a roar of challenge to the rogue. I’ve reached Sarah, loping past her to defend her, when a vast, dark shape springs out of the wall next to me. It’s a dog, a giant dog, and I swear I can see right through it, though its teeth are solid enough when it pounces on the rogue and closes them around him. It shakes the other werewolf llike a terrier shaking a rat. The rogue is trying to Change too, but his claws pass uselessly through the dog, leaving no mark. There’s a crack as t

Ethan and Ruben lunged at two of them and sank their canines in those rogues’ bodies, making them howl in pain. Ethan sank his canines in the rogue’s belly, and Ruben sank his canines in his lower limb, tearing that limb of the body and throwing it away with one swing of his snout. The rogue collapsed on the ground after losing one limb. Ruben didn’t waste a second and immediately pinned him down on the ground by pressing his front left paw on his upper chest and sank his canine into his neck, finishing off his life. Ethan also lifted the rogue up with the rogue’s body stuck between his canines and threw it away with one strong swing of his neck.

The dog growled with its ragged breathing and I braced up. That's when I spotted the jagged rock buried half way into the dirt. I reached for it quickly just as the dog got back on its feet. “Get away from her!” I roared, swinging the rock. It connected with a sickening crack against the dog’s skull. The beast whimpered, tottering in disorientation. I got upright, my chest heaving. The dog hesitated, hanging its head low, before darting into the underbrush. Silence pressed in.