Can't Blame A Bark For Trying Novels & Stories

Fucking asshole. I unload a few rounds into the bear, making sure to stop firing as NIck nears him. His powerful muscles bunch as he jumps for the bear, teeth ripping into his flesh. Sava takes the other side, both of us searching for open targets as wolves swarm the bears, not wanting to hit one of our own while attempting to help. My annoyance ratchets at the feeling of inadequacy; I should be out there too, sinking my teeth into their necks, but I can’t. My wolf prowls just beneath the surface, howling for me to let her free, but the trust isn’t there. Our bond has grown frayed over the years, and even though we have our instincts, we have no training, no experience.

"Just look at that really eases whatever is bogging down the mind." Frank smiled and nodded. "That's why they call it recreation." Just as he finished, a huge dog suddenly leapt toward Alda, ready to bite! Frank reacted instantly and kicked it away. "What are you doing?! Why did you kick my boy away?!" A burly man in a crew cut promptly ran up, snapping at Frank as he caught his dog. Alda snapped, "Are you crazy?! Your dog tried to bite me, and my friend had to do that to protect me! And he's at fault now?!"

His teeth clamped down. The pain was immediate, searing. His jaws had changed. Fangs pierced through muscle. Blood spilled from the bite, hot and fast. Arah screamed. Her mind shouted, ‘You’ve fought worse. You know how to easily deal with this!’ But none of it mattered. Because this was Barky. And some part of her still hoped that her sweet, loyal dog was buried somewhere inside the thing trying to kill her. “Barky… stop…” she choked out through gritted teeth, tears slipping down her face. “Please.”

I pointed at him like I’d won something. “Though… maybe the vending machine just has it out for me. I do trip in front of it a lot.” Blake smirked. “It’s not the vending machine’s fault you don’t watch where you’re walking.” “Excuse me,” I gasped, hand over my chest in fake offense. “Are you siding with the machine over me? This is betrayal.” “I’m just saying,” he replied, leaning back in his chair, “inanimate objects can’t be blamed for your… coordination issues.”

All I knew was that my world had just been turned upside down, and I did not know how to put it right again. I blame my father!! I blame Adrian!! I blame the moon goddess!! I blame my wolf for not coming out!! Damn!! I blame everyone and everything!! Fuvk this!!

I squealed, letting out a fiery exclamation of wrath and disdain. "Can't you hear yourself?" I thundered, with my eyes shining with fury. "You're expecting me to get rid of them, just like that. Nah… Impossible." "Ok, I get you. I know how hard it is for you, to do something like this, but I can relieve that burden off your sleeve; I can actually help you do it. We are talking about the pups of an unknown beast, who is lurking somewhere far in the darkness, not knowing the troubles, the seeds he deposited in you have caused you, for fuck's sake." Santan boomed violently.

In the beginning, I felt sorry for my adoptive sister too. That was, until she sliced my arm with a knife and poured glue over my wound during her second night with us. When my parents returned, she ran to them and sobbed. “I’m sorry! Charlie’s arm got hurt, and I wanted to help her treat them. It’s all my fault. I understand if she wants to beat me up! Please don’t scold her.” The wound on my arm burned. I raised it to explain, but they did not believe me at all. They were certain that I accidentally hurt myself while trying to hurt Jenny.

However, before he can react or make a move, she swiftly turns and runs away from him, determined to put distance between them. Clutching his wolf-like nails onto the trunk of a nearby tree, Blaze mutters to himself, his voice laced with a simmering determination, "I swear, you will have to pay for this slap, little lamb." His words carry a hint of both threat and intrigue, hinting at a deeper connection between them and the potential consequences their encounter may hold.

"I know your beastkin isn't unruly, and you're upset, but you can't just get a venting beastkin and take it out on them!" "You wouldn't hit your show-quality hound, but you'd take it out on a venting hound?" "I'd have called the cops on you if you weren't my friend. I must've really misjudged you!" I was stunned by her scolding and texted, "But I didn't hit him! How could I possibly hit my dog?" Lisa paused briefly before replying, "Then how did you vent?" I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think."

Those wolfish eyes are judging me, calling me an idiot, and asking me why I'm not using my powers. Bastard. It's not that easy! I growl at the wolf, circling my hands around my gapping mouth to make the words reach him. "I CAN'T SUMMON FIRE, OKAY?!" Blake's ears twitch. My response is to roll my eyes. "I DON'T KNOW WHY I CAN'T DO IT! DON'T QUESTION ME! ALL I KNOW IS THAT I'M BEING CHASED!" Blake's eyes seem to reflect fright, and then he is moving, tackling his way through werecats, but there are too many. He never makes it over to the cliff. The werecat, however, has already thrown himself up on top of the mossy rock.