Novel & Cerita Doesthedogdie

Darrow asked. “Yes, it’s natural human nature to be curious...” “What happened?” Xavier asked, giving Cole a searching gaze. “Three middle-aged men died with a dog,” Cole replied in an unfeeling tone. “Wow!” Hallec exclaimed. “And the town folks didn’t give you hell for it?” Xavier asked.

Something I have been dying to know since I was a young kid. The mutant dogs snarled, howled out in the night as if an Alpha wolf was calling for help, then gritted their teeth again in hunger, and they leapt at my friends at once. Then I know it is my time to step in. I know any moment delayed would mean the death of my friends, and the guilt will forever be in my heart, while their spirits will never forgive me.

They say when a dog knows its about to die it starts digging a hole in an odd spot, they say when a cat feels its time is near it goes to hide in a dark place. How does one know death is here if not by a bullet or a sword? To Danté it became obvious by the tingle in his fingertips, hypothermia is when the body attempts to survive by killing off extremities first, drawing all the heat to the organs, not caring of the fingers die and rot, if the toes fall off.

"Rex——!!" I screamed in anguish, crawling toward him on my hands and knees, pulling his still-warm body against my chest. His eyes remained open, as if reluctant to leave, as if taking one final look at me. No matter how I called to him, no matter how I shook him, he didn't respond. My dearest childhood companion, my brother's battlefield comrade, our pack's hero—he had died trying to save me, murdered by these vicious creatures.

"My birthday was never May 9th. That's Ashley's birthday! My birthday is on May 7th. Was that so hard to remember?" Owen collapsed to the ground, unable to say a word. As I turned to leave, he grabbed my clothes and pleaded, "Ivy, I never wanted to kill our pup. You have to believe me!" The moment he mentioned killing our pup, I could no longer hold back the fury inside me as I shouted, "I heard everything! I saw that potion!" He shook his head violently. "I switched it out! How could I ever kill our pup?" I felt my heart soften for a moment when I heard that, but I quickly came back to my senses.

… Back in the healing spring, I opened my eyes. The holy spring water had healed the wounds on my body, but it was not able to heal the damage to my heart and soul. "You lost your pup," the leading doctor told me gently. I nodded. I did not cry. My tears were dry from all the crying last night. My heart had died along with my pup. Chloe sat red-eyed by my bed. "I'm so sorry, Stella." "It's not your fault." My voice was frighteningly calm. I sat up and looked at the moon outside the window. The moonlight looked so gentle yet cold to me that night.

He simply stood there, staring at the floor in silence. I slowly walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder. "You've done something most people couldn't." His body trembled slightly before he slowly looked up at me. I continued quietly, "But something like this can't just be swept away. A child can't die for no reason and have everyone pretend nothing happened." I held his gaze. "Someone has to answer for what happened here, don't you think?"

He left nothing out. “The dog’s dead?” I repeated, barely above a murmur. “Yeah,” he said, voice like stone. “Hospital claims it was critical. They euthanized it per regulations.” My wolf bristled. That sounded too convenient. There was no way fate lined up that neatly, not with everything else going wrong. “I thought,” I began slowly, “that even if regulations apply, they need the owner’s consent. And the owner wasn’t even there. So how did the doctor get permission?”

But my heart still tightened with a dense, aching pain. In the end, I couldn't help but ask, "If I die in that operating room… would you be sad for me?" The moment the words left my mouth, all three of them frowned in displeasure. "Jocelyn, it's just one kidney. How could you possibly die?" "You can live perfectly fine with one kidney. Stop acting pitiful here!" "I've already hired the best medical team. You'll be perfectly safe. Just go in and behave yourself." Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation.

“What are you doing, Deirdre? Do you regard this as your home? You’re just a dog to me, yet you’re still trying to keep a pet?” The remark was so harsh that Deirdre’s eyes reddened with tears as she attempted to explain, “It’s a young puppy, and its mother is dead. It is still very young and going to die without someone caring for it… I’m just going to keep it until it’s a little older, then I’ll send it away. Is that alright?” Brendan was not planning on letting Deirdre keep the dog, but his expression changed drastically when he heard Deirdre mention that its mother was dead. He could not bring himself to voice his disapproval all of a sudden.