Dog Man Age Range Novels & Stories

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.

The dog's barking grew louder as she got closer with a prayer on her lips. "Are you from the club?" The man asked her as she reached the front door. She nodded and looked up at him. He was older than she had expected, maybe past mid forty and had a head full of grey to white hair, thinning at the front. His face was not that old though, sort of plump and cheery looking. If he was the client, it made her a little comfortable. He wasn't all that tall, about medium height and slightly overweight. He had a bright friendly smile on his face at her acknowledging his query and he held out his hand to her.

“This is ridiculous.” Because it was. Absolutely, completely, insultingly ridiculous. I glanced back at him, eyes narrowing just slightly as I really looked at the man standing in front of me, he looks to be in his early thirties, he’s a wolf but the don’t live a long life not as long as we foxes.. Maybe if they bonded he could be immortal like her but the odds of her allowing herself to be bonded to him is pretty low.. He’s also still too young, and definitely not what I had in mind for a partner..

“Did you notice the ages?” “Yeah.” The oldest wolf they had ever rescued was 22 and he was damn near feral according to the article. “I think once they found out the older wolves were more work, they started focusing on saving the younger ones only.” He didn’t blame them for that. Saving the child wolves from the trauma was just as important as saving the older ones.

From what I can tell, our wolves are generally healthier and appear happier. Early on the day of her twenty-second birthday, Deimos lands on our bed. We can no longer contain him in his crib, and we started to lock the bedroom door to stop him from wandering off in the middle of the night and getting into trouble. Now nine months old, he’s roughly the size of the average two-year old. “Papa!” he squeals and falls on my chest. “Hungwy.” “I know.” I groan and struggle upright. “You’re always hungry, aren’t you?”

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”.

The man I was currently staring at had all the telltale signs of being an Alpha. I didn't know for sure, but assumed it was the friend Ike was talking about before. He was tall and strong looking, with piercing grey eyes. He had a "no bullshit" look about him. Physically, he looked to be in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair accompanied with a matching beard. Knowing how wolves aged though, he was probably... hundred eighty? Two hundred, tops. They stopped aging somewhere in their twenties, then start back up when they get to be around a hundred. Then they loosely age a year physically for every actual ten. It's a rough math, and has been known to vary, but it's a good base to go off of

“Too many years to count.” Wolf-shifters stay the age they were when they got their wolf and never age a day after. I received my wolf at eighteen, so I’ll never grow older. However, men get their wolves at about twenty-five, much later than women. But we can die or be killed, so we’re quasi-immortal. “About a hundred years, give or take a few.” Adan took a biscuit and some butter, not looking up. “Try, more like one hundred and seventy-two.” Mason smiled, shaking his head.

I noticed Mom dancing with Brandon—rather closely. They were smiling, laughing, and whispering like no one else existed. I wondered when they’d finally admit their relationship. They were so cute together. Werewolves could live up to two hundred years. We grew up like any human would until we reached adulthood at eighteen. After that, our aging slowed thanks to our regenerative abilities. Mom was only forty-six, and Brandon was probably around one-twenty. A big age gap by human standards—but nothing unusual for us. They could even start a new family… though fertility was rare among older wolves.

"I'm actually so sorry about that." "It isn't your fault dear. I miss him so much though. He died from a stroke." I actually realise now just how vulnerable humans are and how their life span is short. Werewolves actually do not age fast and they have a long life span up between three hundred to four hundred year. This was on one the reason why we never really associated with humans because they might become curious since we stop again once we get to fifty. It must been so hard for her to loose him after spending sk much years with him. I'm not sure I can go through that with Nathan considering how I almost lost my mind when he got shot with a silver bullet.