Dex Dogtective Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was them at that time. “That was the four of you? During the first detection class?” I murmured, and their eyes widened in shock. They could alter their entire presence! Manipulate what kind of smell they wanted to ooze out. Can a wolf actually do such a thing? “B-but how.. Dexter was obviously there too, during cl-classes. Wait.. Is he?” “Oh please. As if anyone would wonder if Dexter just sneak out after finding his pair.” Hatchett held my chin so that we could lock eyes.

he asked. I turned my head, scanning the lot. But under the influence of alcohol, every vehicle looked the same. “Uh…” I squinted. “Where’s my car?” Dexter sighed, plucking the keys from my hand. “Wait here. I’ll find it.” For once, the alcohol made me obedient. I nodded and stood still, waiting as he disappeared between the parked cars. I stood still, waiting for Dexter, but a faint rustling sound nearby made my ears twitch. My wolf instincts sharpened, picking up the tiny movement before my senses caught on.

“I caught her scent, she’s fucking here Dex!” “Who?” “Who do you think!” he hissed, waving his arms in frustration. “My mate! I caught it on the wind when I headed out for a smoke. She either works here, or lives here but I can’t find it again. It was her! Cherries, pure cherries,” and he rubbed his head in frustration. “So you thought skulking around in the dark like an assassin was the way to do it? Have you learned nothing! Rhett and I would help you, we need to know what you’re doing!”

"Trust me, I didn't do it for you my dear Alpha. Caroline would skin me alive with her new powers if she found out I didn't help you at all." Searching for traces of Stratovsky is not easy for us. Because both of them can hide their wolf scent perfectly, so we can't look for traces or clues in the traditional way for werewolves. I had to enlist the help of several Pack members who worked in the police force to find Viktor and Dimitri's faces through the city's traffic CCTV. It's really inconvenient, but fortunately, now there is a face detection device that makes it easy for us to scan every CCTV video recording.

Which I was slightly grateful for. “It’s almost another Full Moon, right?” Amoux asked, and I nodded. “It's still a bit far away,” I answered, looking up at the sky. At the moment, Amoux and I were in the Packhouse, we are still investigating the fire outbreak and it's been months. “I’m sure we can't find any more traces and I know that those wolves would have left long ago, ” Amoux said after a while and I reluctantly agreed with him. Such a pity that Dolphus is not around, he had the best nose for scent and he could easily detect anything.

“Well, I’ve got some really good news for you.” A sinking feeling settled in my stomach. “What happened?” “The detective found Hugh.” His words sent a jolt through my body, but I forced myself to remain still. My heart pounded as I carefully masked my expression. “That was… fast.” Aiden chuckled, only for a short while. “Dexter is one of the best. He always gets the job done.” He took a step closer, his presence filling the room. “And that’s not all. Dexter finds out that Hugh will be at a pub tonight. He’s meeting some informant named Rex.”

If you lived here, you wanted the world to know you were afraid of something. I lifted the binoculars and swept the boundary. Four-man patrol on the quarter hour, all in matching tan Carhartts, black softshell vests, no logos. Two on foot, two with dogs. One of the dogs was a purebred Malinois, the kind the DOD started breeding after the last batch of German Shepherds aged out. The other was…something else. Not a wolf, not exactly, but the kind of animal you’d get if a werewolf spent ten years as a Navy SEAL and then decided to become a dog for tax reasons.

I extend my hand to him and he shakes it as he and his partner reach our gathering of wolves. “Agreed. Alpha, this is Detective Doug Fergeson. He recently transferred to homicide from narcotics.” Scott introduces his partner. That explains why I’ve never met this one, as I’ve never had the opportunity to work with any narcotics detectives. But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands.

Dakota growled at his beast, Diesel. “NO! CAN’T!” Diesel snarled. “Peaches n honey, can’t you smell it?” Diesel snapped, his human was stupid, didn’t even scent her. “What are you talking about? Who smells like peaches and honey?” He asked. “Our mate, she’s here.” Diesel blurted. “Alexis isn’t here, this isn’t even the pack she went to, and she doesn’t smell like peaches and honey.” Dakota told him. “Not that whore!” Diesel snapped. “Our second chance.” He mumbled. “The Goddess has given us a second chance for love.” Diesel told his human with a huge toothy grin.

No one really knew how far she'd go, but I knew to keep every possibility open. I push open the bedroom door, and turn to Dexter, seated at the same computer screen for the last three hours, going through the footage like a champ. He started last night, but he couldn’t access everything, because the downloads weren’t easy to get, especially since we were digging into the street cameras as well as Wyatts’. He looked like shit, hair muzzled from greasy fingers, gray shirt rolled up to his elbows, a bit of scruff on his jawline, he probably smelled too.