Dog Scratching Until Bleeding Novels & Stories

I growled not in pain but out of disgust, rolling over on the ground I got her off over me when a rogue attacked me making me roll over again with him landing over me. He sneered baring his dirty teeth at me, using my front paws I pushed him against the chest, kicking him off of me effectively. And, getting up on my all fours I sneered lunging back upon him, not willing to let him even get back on his all fours. Grabbing his neck, I dragged him as another rogue lunged upon my back with him sinking his teeth in my shoulder.

"Not enough! Not even close! I WANT MORE BLOOD!" Her paws slammed into the ground, dirt and leaves flying up in a storm around us. She threw her head back and let out a long, furious howl that made the trees tremble. Then, without warning, she lunged forward again, her teeth bared as she went for another tree. This time, she didn’t just break it—she shredded it. The bark tore apart under her claws, the wood splintering into tiny pieces as she dug in, ripping and tearing like she was still fighting someone. "Fiona, LISTEN TO ME! You’re going to get us KILLED if you don’t STOP!" I screamed, pushing with everything I had.

He retorted by aiming his claws at me in an irregular manner. If he walked in the opposite direction to me, he would have to let his muzzle bleed profusely. His eyes were bloodshot, he stopped walking, and his claws gripped the ground. While I kept walking backward regardless of his growling. To my surprise, he took a step back, and I was stunned when his muzzle slipped from my teeth. I quickly spit out the blood that was in my mouth. He lowered his head. His head must have felt heavy after losing so much blood and his muzzle was badly injured.

A little more and I'll be able to make her feel safe again My snout crunches up and I bare my teeth at him; We both throw attacks relentlessly at each other and tear open each other's flesh. I duck down and pin my ears back, then tighten all the fibers of muscles in my wolf form and charge with every bit of strength I have. I knock Malcom to the ground where his fall creates a barrier and atmosphere or gray dim dust to form. I push my paw firmly onto this chest

He shrugged. "I'm not sure why but I just feel like we should lick it." Though confusion was plain on my face, I didn't question it. The urge to lick it was becoming very hard to deny. I laid her back on the blood-soaked grass and shifted, shaking out my fur once I did. I lowered my head and cautiously licked one of the wounds. I tried not to think about what I was doing. Pulling my head back I froze when I saw that the wound had healed into a scar that looked years old.

Gray and Ace grabbed her once again this time shaking her like a ragdoll. We dug our teeth into her soft skin that seemed to be like paper to my sharp teeth, she screamed out in pain as her mate could be heard howling for her and running to us, we throw her outside with her mate as we run and pick up ours off the floor, he looked like he been through hell.

I arched a brow as he glared up at me, stubbornly silent. "Or shall I guess?" I laughed softly when he dug his nails into my leg in a futile attempt to hurt me. Pain shot up my leg, sharp and searing, but I refused to show any sign of weakness. With the cuffs on, I couldn't heal or draw strength from Sage, my wolf, but I wouldn't let that stop me. A piercing scream tore from his throat as Fluffy bit down harder, blood splattering the floor, his face, and even me. Warm droplets dotted my skin, but I didn't flinch.

My claws raked across his sides, tearing through fur and flesh. Ian howled in agony, thrashing beneath me. He managed to throw his weight sideways, using his larger body to push me off. I staggered but didn't fall. I'd been expecting the move, had braced myself for it. Blood was dripping from Ian's brown fur now, staining it darker. Multiple wounds marked his body where my teeth and claws had found their targets. He shook his head violently, as though trying to clear it. Then he howled again—longer this time, filled with rage rather than pain.

I feel fur tear, hear his growl of pain, and then he backhands me out of the air. I slam into the ground hard, my breath bursting from my lungs. I scramble back to my feet, shaking it off, circling him, searching for an opening. I dart in again, fast, biting down on his arm this time. He roars and grabs me, his fingers digging into my shoulder as he wrenches me sideways. Pain explodes through me. I twist free, tearing loose, but his claws catch my flank as I retreat. Heat and pain bloom together, sharp enough to make my vision blur. Blood darkens my fur, slick and warm.

I cursed under my breath. Slowly, the dog peered around all over the edge of the room and noticed me. It was an American boxer, and his muzzle was bright crimson from recent bloodshed. As I stood there observing, he moistened his chops and clenched his fangs in a ferocious screech. I strengthened my hold on the baseball bat as the calves in his legs scrunched up. Oh, my goodness.