Dog Warden Lima Ohio Novels & Stories

"Can dignity bring back a pup's life?" In five days, I grew visibly thinner. Following Tommy's address, I found No. 13 Pear Street, the residence of the Beech Pack, the largest in Redwood City, where Lance was staying with the child. Standing outside, my lips chapped and throat raw, I felt something lodged between my throat and chest. The house sat in a fairly wide alley, guarded by a uniformed wolf—a borrow from Lance, no doubt. "Miss Davidson?" The wolf's ears trembled with nervousness, his claws scraping his uniform.

A deep scowl on his face. “ How much longer till we get there Ratchet? My ass hurts.” Tank shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Not much longer” Ratchet responded a rather bit too quickly. Which caught Dodger’s attention. Soon a plain gray concrete building came into view. There wasn’t any distinct markings to set the building apart from any other. He turned the van down an old service drive that had been neglected for years. He pulled up to a metal gate and punched a code into a key pad. With a clank and screeching squeal from the wheels, the old gate topped with razor wire opened slowly. It made a loud clunk when it was fully opened. He pulled the van into the fenced in yard. The old chain

I came to a screeching halt in the parking lot, not even bothering to park properly before I was flinging the car doors open and carrying the pup inside. “Help!” I cried out as I stumbled into the waiting room, tears streaming down my face. “My dog was attacked by wolves!” The receptionist, a middle-aged woman wearing pink scrubs covered in an animal paw pattern, leapt to her feet and shouted something over her shoulder. I hardly made out what she said over the sound of blood rushing through my ears, but before I knew it, vet techs were spilling out of the back room and taking Lucas from me. “I’m sending you an address for a nearby facility owned by Lunar Labs,” Darren had said when I had ca

The town of Limerick was small and I ported us right to the front gate leading to the Elder hall. The two warriors standing guard gaped open mouthed at us as we suddenly just appeared in front of them. “Alpha Damon Woods, Enforcer pack,” Damon announced himself, “Enforcer Griffin Woods and Enforcer Jett McDaniels.” “Who is your feline companion?” the second warrior asked as he eyed Kane. “This is my pet jag, he chews the couch whenever I leave him home alone,” I said and Kane glared at me.

“Caught this fucker out behind the Pamida. Bill Crenshaw’s wife said she’d seen it up round the high school last couple days with a mangy look. Sonofabitch must’ve been rabid and gone after poor ole Pete.” “We should have Doc compare the teeth and claws to the marks on the body,” I said. Sheriff West had arrived by that point. He looked like the last thing he wanted was to drag this out any further, but he hated loose ends as much as I did. “Do it,” he said. “But as far as I’m concerned, this matter is closed. Washington County raided a farm on the other side of the county line where they’d been breeding these for guard dogs. Looks like a few escaped and picked up rabies along the way here.

She was trying to learn about being the Luna of the Red Moon Pack, trying to figure out how to navigate being my guardian wolf, and adjusting to being a mate. The process of bonding with my guardian wolves had been interesting. Although each red wolf had 10 guardian wolves, I had six so far. Four more were still yet to arrive at the compound, although two were on their way. The guardian wolves were so fascinating. Four of my guardian wolves I had some interaction with before coming to the compound. I obviously knew my sister. One of my guardian wolves was Adam, a warrior from the Silver Springs Pack. Although I didn’t have a lot of interactions with him while at the Silver Springs Pack, Ivy

Rish tried to reason, unsure of what else to say. "Kids like you think that, but I am a witch. This celebration is meant for pack members, and a witch doesn't belong to the pack. I might stay with this pack, but I am not a part of it," Lima shrugged her shoulders, her expression grouchy. "If he's a kid, then you're a child because you behave much worse than children," Jackson snorted. He had thought he might be able to handle this woman and perhaps try talking to her. After speaking with Maya that day, he had thought things might improve if he could communicate with Lima, but she had to ruin it, as if she was determined to do so.

******** The darkness spread further when Liam, brimming with anger and control, stamped across the heavy woods at the head of his pack of warriors. "When we get there," he yelled, "leave no one standing. I want the White Fang pack wiped out." The men eyed each other warily, but followed him in silence. For one thing, Liam had a very short fuse, and no one argued over his orders. He lifted a hand as they approached the pack house and the group froze where they stood, ceasing their noise entirely. He watched the house nervously, his eyes sharp as he examined it. Something was off. "Where are the guards?" he growled, the menace low.

If you lived here, you wanted the world to know you were afraid of something. I lifted the binoculars and swept the boundary. Four-man patrol on the quarter hour, all in matching tan Carhartts, black softshell vests, no logos. Two on foot, two with dogs. One of the dogs was a purebred Malinois, the kind the DOD started breeding after the last batch of German Shepherds aged out. The other was…something else. Not a wolf, not exactly, but the kind of animal you’d get if a werewolf spent ten years as a Navy SEAL and then decided to become a dog for tax reasons.

But Elder Theodore insisted it was important, and I gave in. We decided to meet at a family-style diner downtown, and just a few minutes after we settled in, Mercedes walked in. I was seated in a more secluded area, so she didn’t see me, then she walked over to Jenkins. I knew her pretty well. She was a werewolf, and worked as a state-appointed parole officer. This helped her find broken werewolves who ended up in human jail, she helped them rebuild. At first I didn’t want to pry. I tried to mind my own damn business. But then I heard it.