Dog Man Age Novels & Stories

I looked at Doc waiting for his diagnosis. “We were able to repair her lung where the fence post broke through. It was a clean through and through, but I found large amounts of silver and wolfsbane in her system. She is also covered in cuts, scars, and bruises all over her body.” Doc said with a frown. I looked down at my sleeping mate and frowned. “How old do you think she is Doc?” I asked. He ran a fingers through his hair “I would say around 16, but no older than 17 years old. There is more though.”

"I never told you about it because we both wanted to find our mate first. So, I was... "Chris, you’re still twenty-one. Male wolves can find their mate until they are twenty-eight. As for now, who knows? Your partner might not even be eighteen yet. You shouldn’t rush because Moon Goddess had a habit of keeping an age difference of a maximum of ten years." Hearing this, Chris groaned. He knew I was right about that part.

“Cut me deep with a silver plated knife. He was 12. What the hell is a 12 year doing with a silver plated knife?” “I remember that,” I say laughing hard. “Max had him doing push ups and running 10 miles for weeks. All our pups get a silver plated knife at 12. Rouges are real and don’t give shit about age. I think Sam took out three before he was 14.”

Once that was done, he checked the teeth, weighed the dog, and then gave him a series of shots. “How big do you think he will get?” Nicola asked. “Not much. I would say fifty pounds,” Dr. Parry answered. “He shouldn't get bigger than that. I can't accurately tell you his age because I don't know when he was born, but I'm guessing he's about… six months.” “Poor thing has had a rough start,” Nicola added, caressing the dog. “Well, he found you, so I would say things are looking up for him.”

he replies confidently. “You know I have no desire, at this age, to find my mate,” I reply to him. Stan is three years younger than me and still has a strong belief he will find his mate. And he believes in what the mate bond means. Mind you that has not stopped him from fooling around with other she-wolves.

I thought it would be another 30 years before it wanted to find a mate. Wait, so what my father's servants said was true! I lost 30 years of my life because I ran away from home. I am 180 years old. My wolf has also matured early. It can sense mate bond now. My wolf has seemed manic since last night. It made me lose sleep all night. I didn't want anything but to see my doll as soon as possible. But I refrained from looking for her right away last night for fear of disturbing her sleep. So I came running early in the morning, before all the maids were awake, to find my doll.

His eyes open wide. “Dana, have you never seen a female wolf in heat? Like in your old pack or anything? Do you mind me asking how old you are?”. I feel self conscious suddenly like I’m stupid. He must sense this and gently touches my hand. “Umm.. I was a pack slave most of my life and a rogue for bits, so no… I didn’t really have a chance to observe my surroundings. And having a mate was definitely not a priority. I’m um 23”. He looks really sad suddenly. “Hey, I’m sorry… I wasn’t trying to make you feel insecure or anything. I’m sorry Dana… please don’t be upset”.

He leaned to her ear, his breath caressing her neck, sending unholy tingles down her spine. "Do you know... I read somewhere that...wolves are older than humans?" "What?" She asked with a chuckle, bewildered that he wanted to do a quick fact riddle right now rather than literally anything else. "If you were a wolf... you would be twenty-two right now." She laughed. "That would be perfect." He laughed. "So let's assume I am a wolf and... between us is not much of an age gap. Or at least, that you have been legal for four years. "

My father declares. " I am barely nineteen." I counter with a frown. From his tone,one would mistake me to be twenty five and unmated. A female wolf can remain unmated until the age of twenty six. That's when they are forced to choose a mate if they are not claimed yet.

Looking down, I saw a happy-looking golden retriever. "Oh, aren't you a darling?" I crouched down to get eye level with the dog, rubbing its soft ears while the dog gave me a panting smile. Her furry tail wagged uncontrollably. "I see you've met Goldie," a male voice said from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see a tall, handsome man. He had black-framed glasses, thick sandy hair and a kind smile. With a dusting of white hair, I pegged him to be in his mid-thirties. He smiled down at the dog and me.