Dog Warden Lima Ohio Novels & Stories

I knew she was trying to keep my spirits up, but the high-stepping was drawing eyes we didn't need. The air in the lobby was thick with the scent of industrial bleach and old floor wax. It crawled up my nose, making my throat feel tight. Every hushed conversation between nurses felt like a secret being kept from me. I buried my hand in the thick fur at Sombra's neck, needing the heat of her body to stop my own hands from shaking. A security guard stepped out from behind a high desk, his brow furrowing as he looked at my dog. "Hold on. No pets in the ward."

The man was built like a brick wall, dressed in cargo pants and a tight black t-shirt, his arms a canvas of scars and faded tattoos. He nodded at whatever Damien said, his eyes flicking to us with a quick, assessing glance that held no warmth. This was not a man who cooed over puppies. Mr Vance came to my side, his expression neutral. "The best protection dogs in the city are trained here, Mrs Montrel. It's a legitimate facility." "Not meant for a five-year-old boy," I murmured, unable to hide my dismay. Mr Vance didn't reply. We were led inside and shown the line of available dogs. I felt Leo's hand tighten in mine as he stared, wide-eyed with fear.

"We have one hour to complete the mission. Let's focus the bloodshed on the miscreants inside, shall we?" Melo shot him a glare before walking towards the front gate of the cemetery. He approached the large headstone in front of them and eyed it from top to bottom. It was larger than the others in the cemetery, completely conspicuous. For human eyes it seemed an ordinary, White Wolf's Clan cemetery, where the their tomb lies. But the Black Wolf's Clan knew better the secret that rested underneath it: Their city, an underground fortress that housed the soldiers and notorious criminals who committed a heinous crime.

He had probably had a frustrating day, too, negotiating with representatives of the small enclave of humans who lived just within the outer perimeter of Watertight. Unrest was unusual but they were fired up about something and, sooner rather than later, no doubt he would learn what. His wolf, Thom, was more than eager to be unleashed and he eased into the shift allowing his paws to connect with the fresh earth. Jack was just behind, having his back as always. They roamed for a while, keeping well away from the border with the Far Hills pack. Something always called faintly to him from there but he put it down to trickery. Still, the wind ruffling his fur made Liam uneasy and he turned for ho

Amber answered. Just then, the door chime rang. It was Game Warden Sims. He was a tall, thin man and looked like he was in a bad mood. He did not even pause as he came in. He had seen Lindsay and the kids and was heading straight for them. Cat stood, but Lindsay just shook her head once. Cat knew just what that meant and sat back down. “Warden Sims,” Lindsay said, extending her hand to shake his. “Thank you for getting here so quickly.”

Normally, I wouldn’t leave her body unprotected, but I knew that dog would not let anything happen to her. “Well, we should get going before it gets too late.” Officer Hops started walking out of the room. Walking up to Kilo, I have him a few scratches behind the ears. “Protect her, big guy.” I whispered. It was weird, but I swear he nodded and laid his head down on his paw. He was staring right at the door as I walked out of it. “I got word the tow truck got there already. We can get there and get your bags from the vehicle at the shop they are taking it to.”

She bowed her head again and went out of the room. “Captain Reed.” Liam remembered him, he was the one who visited Ember together with the old lady who had her visions on Ember. Liam pulled aresh clothes that the woman brought and wore it. So, he’s in the so-called camp of the rogue werewolves. Lima went out of the room. It was just a small house made of wood. It’s like a cabin of some sort in the woods. The smell of freshly baked muffins and brewed coffee. His stomach growled.

I stood in the doorway and told her about the family. She listened. When I finished she said: "The dog." "Archer," I said. "Golden retriever. Four years old. Three tricks." She looked at the building plans. "When they're settled," she said, "I want to meet them properly. Not intake. Properly." "Yes," I said. "They'll want to meet you too." She went back to the building plans. I went back to the pack business that was waiting. Petra and Marcus and Lila were in the guest housing by three in the afternoon. Lila, I was told by the community housing coordinator, had immediately identified the best window in the unit for watching the pack land and had claimed it.

Suddenly a dark figure stepped out of the dark, just on the other lane across his parking spot where Leonidas was standing. “Holy shit.” At first he thought one of the K9 security dogs of the firm got loose but as it fully came out of the dark Leonidas realized three things. First, it was a little too big to be a dog. Second, it’s a freaking black greyish wolf, saliva dripping out of its sharp set of fangs, its cold eyes zeroed to him, growling, and waiting. The third thing Leonidas realized is, the wolf, in the City is after him.