Romans & histoires Dog Trembling And Panting At Night

I feel the desperate need to check on Tru. Rushing back to the bedroom, I open the door and find her shaking. Tru’s curled into a ball, her teeth are chattering, and one hand clutches her chest. I can tell Tru is feeling physical pain by her elevated heart rate. Her body temperature is normal. In fact, she’s sweating under those blankets. Tru’s behavior would make someone think she’s freezing, but physically her body is normal. There is no reason for her to be cold.

My soul felt loose, unmoored. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. No wonder he cost so much. He was worth every penny. The only thing that puzzled me was that he kept… making that sound. A low, steady rumbling in his throat, like a purr that never stopped. At first, I thought it was nerves—him being new and uneasy. But a whole month passed, and he was still doing it. Every night, he would crouch by my bedside, silent and still, not speaking, not doing anything—just watching me with those dark eyes that never blinked. His beautiful tail would sweep lightly across the floor, slow, almost sorrowful.

My lungs screamed for oxygen, but I didn’t dare to breathe, afraid it would hear me. Grunts and shuffling as its massive paws kept scarping on the ground and with his nose pressed down on the ground. I nearly cried when the moonlight disappeared, making me blind at night.

Perseus asked. “He is now my PTSD dog. And as a warning, I have nightmares. Teuf will get on the bed with me when I have them. Awake, I don’t typically have any issues. But asleep... That’s when my demons come out.” She pulled his veteran assistant harness out. “Now, where are we going for dinner?” “Are you taking him with us?” Viviane asked. “Unless you want me to leave him in your house alone. I don’t advise that. He becomes very destructive if he gets bored. If he has his harness, he can go anywhere I go.”

In fact, it would probably make things worse. His breaths come in fast pants as he starts to shake, and I catch a flash of green eyes from the narrow space between his arms. His entire body goes still as if he’s locked in place before the panic takes over again. He should instinctively know we’re fated mates, but he seems to be terrified of the idea. Why? And what the hell do I do about it? Trying to call him to me only seemed to make things worse, even though I could practically feel his wolf’s desperation for comfort and connection.

We are waiting for The Lycan King. My toes curl and uncurl in my shoes. I try to straighten my fabric of dress with my palms for no particular reason. I intertwine my fingers and let them rest on my laps, but when the back of my head starts itching, I release them and scratch the itching spot which soon becomes spots. From the back of my head, to the center, to the side and then my neck. I wipe away the beats of sweat that have formed on my forehead as my left leg starts shaking involuntarily. My heart… oh my heart. It’s a miracle it’s still working. It’s pounding so fast; I’m scared it’s going to crash any second from now.