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I clutched Sanda’s hand so tightly I heard her knuckles crack. Frank looked at the document again. “Umm…yes, his horses and his dog. He was very clear about that last one.” Frank pushed his glasses back onto his face and frowned. “Didn’t know he had one – a dog I mean.” My throat closed and my heart banged in my chest, I thought everyone could hear it. “Sal?” Sal grinned at me. “The dog is with the horses in the stable, Darina.”

The roar of the beast suddenly tore through the sky, two fast-running figures darting through the woods, only two snowy white shadows. Two shadows stopped in front of this small mound of earth and began to dig. The man, dressed in casual clothes, exuded an impressive aura. He frowned upon seeing the scattered syringes nearby and asked, "What are you digging for?" The snow-white shadow continued to dig, getting dirty all over. "Skipper, Private, stop digging." The man picked up the needle and threw it down the slope, not really wanting to know what was buried there. Two Czechoslovakian Wolfdogs, named Skipper and Private, were still digging when they suddenly bumped into a hand that reached o

“That’s your dog,” I say, my fingers pressed against my temple as the puppy whines in the back seat. The boys fuss over him, fighting over names. “We are going to call him Lucky,” says Alvin. “No. Slug!,” says Ian, laughing. “You are not naming him Slug,” I say, angry, twisting to glare at the boys. “He has to live his whole life with that name.” “If it’s my dog,” Victor says, smirking, “Then why do you care?”

“Shadow doesn’t like strangers.” I shrugged casually. “I’ve always been good with animals,” I confessed. “When I was young, I used to have a dog as well. Her name was Caramel because she was the color of Caramel.” Matt snickered at the name, and I smiled. Shadow rubbed himself all over me before returning to Matt’s side. “My parents got her for me because they were never home. Caramel kept me company,” I finished explaining. Something flashed in Matt’s eyes as he fixated his attention on his dog. It almost looked like sadness.

Based on the background it looks like he moved outside, literally. "David, I am coming over in the next couple days to help Maria with the new one. What did you end up naming him?" Rayne offers. "William. William Lennox Slayter. Strong name for a pup with the strongest lungs. When he gets real upset you can hear him screaming down at the training grounds I swear!" "Beautiful name and you are right, it is a strong one!" "Back on to what this meeting was about to begin with. Jaxon, how did you find her? Are you sure it was her idea and not someone else's doing? Have you done anything with her yet as far as killing or torture?" David questions.

The manager showed a poodle to her, but she shook her head because her eyes fell on a brown Alaskan Malamute with light blue eyes that looked so clear. “I want this one.” Waylon and Colton looked at each other. They knew she would pick this large sled dog. It was fluffy and looked safe, so a lot of girls loved them. The manager checked the dog while Maisie sat on the side and rested her head in her hand. It was quiet and didn’t look very cheeky. “I want to name it.” Colton crossed his arms. “Can you give it a normal name, please?” He didn’t ask for it to be a fun name.

she says and throws him a dirty look. “I still think Atlas was not the best choice of name to give him. I mean, what happened to names like ‘Roco, Roxy, snowball?’” Murphy complains. “Really? And you think those are better? Just look at him.” she points to the happy dog. “He loved the name from the time I mentioned it.” Lila continues to squeal as she drops to her knees so that the puppy can lick her face. Her joy is so pure that it makes my chest tighten.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” Kayla wished she hadn't checked the dog's name tag for its name. The name Sledge was Clinton's dog's name. C&K was her and Clinton's abbreviation, C&K designed the dog’s collar. Enough! She removed the collar and headed upstairs with it, hoping Anthony was out of his cave.

Nails immaculate despite the fact we're literally about to spend a weekend rolling around in dirt and sweat. Since Sandra's father is Beta Carter from Tara's pack, rules have a tendency to bend around her. Even when they shouldn't. "I thought she was suspended from advanced activities," Lizzie whispers beside me. "She was." Tara shrugs awkwardly. "Her dad talked to Alpha Greg." Of course he did. Sandra's eyes meet mine across the crowded parking lot, wolves loading bags into trucks while parents shout last-minute instructions nearby. She smiles sweet and predatory. She wants this camp badly. Not for training.

“Did Mick get his wolf?” “It’s that one right there,” I pointed to the black wolf as it darted after Cortina. “His name is Rome.” “Rome,” Billy nodded, studying the creature. “He got strapped with an Italian human. Funny shit.” He watched Rome catch up with Ivar and tackle him to the ground. “He’s massive. Looks bigger than you.” Ivar scoffed in my head. “Bull shit.” “He’s not,” I muttered. “Looks like he might be.”