Dog Warden Lima Ohio Novels & Stories

the she-wolf barks, her raspy voice echoing over the gravel. I step forward, closing the distance slowly. I let my massive size do the intimidating, keeping my hands entirely open and resting at my sides. "I am," I state, my deep voice rumbling through the cold air. "I am Warden Torin of Shadow Ridge. This is Warden Mara. Put the machete down. You are trespassing on Blood Moon-protected territory." The she-wolf’s eyes dart to the massive, newly constructed residential wing, the idling construction equipment, and then back to my face. She doesn't lower the blade.

Just as I manage to free one leg without waking up the gentle giant, a small car pulls up and in an instant the Dog is up on all 4’s, growling with it’s hackles raised, almost seeming protective of me. I scramble to my feet, the tingle of blood reaching my extremities again making it more difficult than it should be and place my hand comforting on top of the animals head, recognizing Linda’s bright orange AMC Gremlin, yet another relic this town seems to have an abundance of. As she steps out of her car and through the little gate her eyes are locked on my new friend, a silent understanding seemingly passing between them. “good morning Darlin’ Linda calls out. “who do we have here?” she ask

I felt something touch my ankle so I looked back to find Carter's Jack Russell with a ball too big for his mouth. "That's Zeus, he is unhealthy addicted to fetch." He took the ball from him and flung it. "Walk with me?" I smiled and looked back at Kari and Eliza, they both ushered for me to go. I chuckled when I found Dolly sitting on the bench with Cooper instead of on the ground. "Sure, let's go." We started walking around the dog park, following the paved path. We talked about a bunch of stuff. But our conversation stopped suddenly when the giant Great Dane stopped in front of me.

The copper-coated guy," "It has a lot of grays odor to it." Ravena completed her outfit. Even the paws of Sheriff Sheridan have touched it. "They ought to be. The sheriff is him. Are you all set, sugar? Sam is waiting in the basement. The guard on duty will be Doc Mitchell, a veterinarian in our community. “Veterinarian?” "Yes, there was a horse doctor in the Civil War. He has always been an active veterinarian. does an excellent job when we're transformed into wolves. Additionally, he is among our greatest shooters.

" Just shut up Elora! That's not fuc*ing important! I already have a lot in my plate! We are going to begin the war any second! Just...just tell me where she-" " She is fine. I asked Ace to guard the door." My frantically beating heart suddenly calm down hearing it. Ace is the Gamma and also best doctor in our pack. I am sure he will not dare to do anything stupid. He is responsible. He won't leave her alone. Stepping back from her, I turn to go back to the warriors when I feel a grip on my hand. And I am surprised to see Elora holding it. Looking at me with concerned eyes, her voice a mere whisper.

The meeting with the Wendells was too crucial to put off now. "But... There's a problem, sir. We've spotted some of Wendell's dogs. They seem to be after her. " Lucian's heart hardened and he spun on his heels on the spot, striding back to his car, his meeting forgotten. "Address." "She's at Chavlone Street, headed toward North Street." Lucian cut the call and placed a call to George immediately. "Hey, Lucian -" George began. "George, why are some of your family dogs in my city?" Lucian spat.

Under the freezing rain, Rachel Moss was already nose-to-nose with Warden . "I don't give a damn about your federal paperwork, Moss," Warden hissed, keeping his hand flat against the gate controls. "Local jurisdiction is locked down. As of ten minutes ago, Deputy Chief Leo revoked your clearance. You don't step foot inside this facility." "Leo is covering his own executioners!" Moss roared over the storm. "Open the goddamn gate!" "Make me," warden sneered.

I say, looking at the address in Roseville, California. "I talked to the woman who runs the homes; her name is Cat. The way she spoke about those in her homes, you can tell they're not just kids in her care. They're her family. I hope some of the pups ended up there. That would be the best outcome." Anton packs up the papers as our breakfast is served. A werelion named Cat, what are the chances?

Dahlia Animal control shows up thirty-five minutes later. Two officers climb out of their truck, both wearing protective gear and carrying tranquilizer guns that look more suited to taking down bears than dogs. The older one approaches first with a clipboard. His partner hangs back near the truck, scanning the tree line. “You’re the one who called in the rabid dog?” “That was me,” River says, stepping forward. “I’m River. This is my boss Dahlia—she’s the property owner. She’s the one who had the encounter.”