Dogs Butt Bleeding Novels & Stories

She turned the vanity tap on, grabbed a flannel, and wet it. "I have no idea..." Jaxon breathed, watching Juliette wipe at her mouth. Juliette wanted to throw up suddenly. Blood was one her biggest fears, and seeing the stuff poor from her lip, especially when it's blue was just to much for her to bear. "Werewolves don't bleed blue!" Juliette shrieked. The flannel was soaked blue by now.' "I will get you something to stop the bleeding, just wait here and apply pressure." Jaxon disappeared to find something, leaving Juliette standing alone. The blood was so dark, it was alomost black, yet a thin layer of the stuff was blue.

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.

He warned, and the dog rose and approached the tub, tail down and head bowed, still dragging his heels. With one last pitiful look, he put his front paws up onto the edge of the tub, and Clyde lifted him the rest of the way in. The bath was surprisingly uneventful, aside from the put-out huffing that the dog kept up while Cookie lathered his fur and carefully wiped around his bad leg. Some blood came away from the places where the gashes had been, but none of it was fresh. The water was a light creamy brown from the filth, and Clyde made a face.

‘I’m not sure, but this cannot be good for the pups,’ he says. ‘I agree,’ he says. “I want to do some tests. Ensure you self and the pups are okay. Blood draws, an ultrasound,” Dr Knight tells Lilith. “I feel fine,” she says. “It’s unusual to bleed from the nose, Luna. It would make me feel better if you humour me.” “We agree,” Theo tells her. With a roll to her eyes she agrees, stating she’ll go down later in the morning. But for now she wants to go to bed, to sleep and wake up with Lora later this morning.

I run at Bram and drive the makeshift weapon into his upper back. Bram stiffens and lets out a warped growl. He rips the piece of wood out of his back and drops it to the floor. Blood immediately oozes out of his back, dripping down the backs of his legs. He turns, and takes a step towards me, reaching his bloody hand out for me. I take a step back and slip on the trail of blood forming on the floor, unable to steady myself, I crash onto my back, and a loud puff of air escapes my lungs.

I dashed into the small bush by the lake, grabbing a few herbs I knew that could stop the bleeding before rushing back to her. Squashing them in my hands, I squeezed out the juice and poured them directly at the source of her bleeding. I repeated the same process more than once until I saw the blood began to dry off. Why wasn’t she healing like a normal wolf? I backed away after I was done with stopping the bleeding. I needed to clean myself up, to wash away the blood on my body so I could tend to my mate properly. The last thing I wanted was to frighten her further when she awoke.

The two wolves become wrapped together in a snarling, whirling bundle, both biting and clawing at the other. One of them yelps, and Julian backs out of the tussle. My mate has blood on his muzzle, but he’s also limping, one of his rear legs held off the ground. He’s panting heavily, but his steady focus has returned and he doesn’t look too worried despite the injury.

He took his time feeling her curves and ass and she just whined defenselessly. "Right, we don't have much time to chatter let's get to the car", Darsh dragged her with a firm grip, She looked around frantically for anyone but no one was there in the dog park. She finally dared look at him and gasped at the amount of blood dripping from him.

"Come on let's go get something to eat and maybe you'll feel better afterwards." We both get up and head downstairs and I sit on one of the barstools as Hunt prepares breakfast. He's the fierce Alpha out there, but in here with me, he's so loving and sexy at the same time. He cracks two eggs into a frying pan and as I watch him, I suddenly feel something damp in between my legs and when I look down, I see a dark red patch of blood on my jeans. I was bleeding heavily. "Oh my God!" I screamed and pushed away from the countertop, before quickly running back upstairs.

The pup is bleeding profusely from his neck. I ripped the shirt off of another pup and used it as a tourniquet to try to stop the bleeding. I scooped the pup up in my arms and ran for my pack hospital. Calling for my warriors to cover us as we went. I handed the boy over to Doctor Stephens, but it was too late. He had already bled out. I get back outside, covered in pups' blood. My pack looked like a battlefield. The Alpha was howling the retreat for his warriors. I sent a group link telling my warriors to help them find their way out.