Dex Dogtective Novels & Stories

She clearly did not love him as much as her other children. “So you came here to bring her to Xander?” “We can’t anymore, can we?” Jolene hissed. “Since you’ve mated with her.” “Claude knew of the plan?” “He did not,” Dexter said. “I…Quinn is very powerful.” “You don’t have to tell me what my mate is. I know.” Dexter nodded. “Then you know she can detect lies, read auras, see a person’s true heart?” “Yes. How did you know?”

I should have seen it coming, but I was too busy wrangling my father, wayward little humans, strange new hybrids, and lovesick vampires. “Hey,” Dexter says and comes crawling over to where I’m sitting. He sneaks in and out of the camp as easily as if he’s a raindrop. It’s my Gamma’s talent, and why I had him stationed at the Three Towers all those years. He won’t be able to sneak up to Bryce, but Dexter can sneak past an entire army of lesser wolves as long as he doesn’t talk or try to engage them. “How’s it looking out there?” I ask.

“Sorry. It’s just—we need a plan. Charging into the dark gets us all killed.” Graham leaned back in his chair, eyes still on the screen. “I’ve got one.” Everyone turned. “Lay it out,” Liam said quickly. “The drone is our eyes in the sky,” Graham began. “I programmed it to detect unusual movement and heat spikes above normal human temperature. If that wolf’s mutated—or cursed like we suspect—it should glow hotter than the average body.” “Confirmed,” Maya said quietly, scrolling through the thermal feed. “It’s massive. At least 9 feet on hind legs. And fast.”

Almost frighteningly so. “I installed a GPS on her phone, as you requested some time ago,” she added, handing him her laptop. “We can track her location from there.” I’m skilled with almost every gun and sweet talks, Dexter excels at analytical thinking and hacking, Orange handles explosives, Sebastian specializes in long ranges shot, our sniper. But really—everyone here knows how to shoot. “We have to look for her now,” Dexter whispered urgently. “Or we’ll end up just like them.” He didn’t even finish his sentence before Boss Astley struck him and me, waa! Boss punches are the best!

They have hand held radio transceivers, to contact each other, when it is needed Dexter doesn’t move, he waits the deer to move towards him, he knows it so elusive, it has excellent hearing and smell. A slightest sound from the dry leaves scattered around can send it away, much more any strange sound that it may hear. It can also smell humans from a very far distance if the blow of the wind is coming from the direction of the hunter. Dexter knows them all, and he has done all repercussion in this situation. He aims his gun, he waits long, he needs to be patient and careful.

“Beta Lucy and Bridget.” Marcella and Wesley shift. Dexter- Fran is HOT! Me- I know. Dexter- I want to be on this hunt. Me- Your show buddy. Dexter- We have the scent. Me- Lead the way. Dexter takes off in the direction of the scent. Fran is right next to him, stride for stride. Not even Dad’s wolf, Felix, keeps up with Dexter. Aries is on my left, half a stride back. Dexter- These are no Gammas.

She smiled, as she looked at the glass of wine on the table by her seat. “Dakota and I figured out our own system. He tells me when she needs a diaper change,” Maggie said. “He’s a highly intelligent, well-trained, war dog,” Asher said. “Now he’s detecting dirty diapers?” “He’s an incredible dog, Asher. He never growls at Melody, and he’s always keeping an eye on her.” “Yeah, he is.” They finished dinner, making small talk. Asher asked her a hundred questions about anything he might have missed with regard to Melody. They talked about the wedding and the ideas Maggie had.

In his large wolf form, Dexter roamed the damp, dark forest, following the winding river between the trees. His nose caught a faint sweet scent, always hope it belonged to Narsha. Each step left a large footprint in the wet ground, as if to warn anyone who dared to cross his territory.

Blaze, ever the pragmatic one, rolls his eyes at the clumsiness, planting his hands on his hips as he urges Dexter to regain his footing. In the darkness that envelops them, Dexter's hands come into contact with something moist on the ground, eliciting a visceral reaction of disgust. With a grimace, he mutters, "What the fuck!" Blaze cautions him against reacting prematurely, prompting Dexter to tentatively sniff the substance, his expression shifting as realization dawns. "This is blood," he declares, the gravity of the situation reflected in his tone as he alerts Blaze to the ominous discovery. In a swift exchange of glances, both Blaze and Dexter activate their wolf-like senses, their eye