Homeward Bound Chance Dog Novels & Stories

Whatever surprise she had in store for us, I knew it would be unforgettable. Finally, we arrived at our destination—a local animal shelter. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what Mireya had planned. Could it be? Was she really taking us to adopt a dog? I exchanged a glance with Adam, his eyes widening in surprise as he realized where we were. Hunter, our beloved dog from years ago, had been a cherished member of our family until his passing. He had been another friend in our lives, but his passing away left a hole in our hearts and we didn't take any other chance to fill it with another dog. It broke our hearts when he died, so Mom and Dad didn't want to do the same thing. But today Mire

Steadily and without drama. Then she sat back down and looked at him again. "Alright," he said. That afternoon he drove to the hardware store in town and bought a bowl and a bag of dog food. The woman behind the counter, whose name he didn't know yet, glanced at the bag and said, "You found one of the Hendersons' strays, I'd guess." He described the dog and she nodded. "That's the brown one. She's been walking the road for about a month now. She won't go back."

Uneasiness filled James' chest while looking at Donna’s figure getting further and further as she took steps forward. Involuntary, he took steps towards the woman walking away. Before he could stop his impulse, he found himself already walking side by side with her. “Miss, what’s your name?” Abruptly, Donna stopped walking but Hunter did not stop. Donna didn’t want him to get loose again and had tied the leash around her hand. Hunter was a huge Tibetan Mastiff, when he didn’t stop and kept walking, Donna’s hand was pulled and lost her balance.

"So, you're the thief who broke her out?" He gave me a sly grin. "The lady who runs this place is a friend of my mom's. She moved all the way out here to the suburbs just so she could rescue these strays. I knew Marshmallow would be in good hands." Right on cue, the woman opened the front door and flashed me a warm smile. "One of my Golden Retrievers just had a litter. Hayden, do you and your girlfriend want to adopt one?" I gave a subtle shake of my head. Hayden caught it, and his face instantly fell into a dramatic pout.

We splashed down into the cold shallows, and Kyle had us walk up the streambed, against the current, our feet stumbling on the slick stones. The freezing water soaked through my skirts and Adele whimpered against my neck, but I understood what he was doing. The water would carry our scent away. The hounds would lose the trail at the bank and cast about, confused, while we put distance between us. We waded up the stream for what felt like forever. The shouts behind us grew muddled, then scattered, then distant. The hounds’ baying turned uncertain … circling, doubling back, searching for a scent that simply stopped at the water’s edge.

Catriona smiled and nodded. She stood and walked to the beanbag couch slowly since she already knew the layout of her room. It was minimal but had high security. Tequila closed the window and let her puppies in. They would soon grow bigger. There were breeds of Bullmastiff, Rottweiler, American Pitbull, Doberman, and Akita. All of them were protective dogs. She bought them all with her one million to protect herself and her babies. She patted each of them, then raised her hand. They all stopped but kept wiggling.

They all laugh. My wolf whimpers, knowing that it's nearly midnight and we’ve not even been outside this evening. It takes all the fun out of a meal when the human comes to me willingly, and I’m only allowed enough to curb the hunger, not a drop more. “Just wait until you get a female you can’t stand to be away from, you’ll understand,” Chance says, slapping my shoulder. I’d normally drain anyone dry who dared touch me, and holding back is nearly impossible because it's a reflex.

Carine went over and squatted before the cage. “Hey, girl, how you doing?” She asked as the dog licked her hand through the bars. Carine opened the cage and ruffled the little dog’s ears. She looked a great deal better than when she had first arrived, having been washed and groomed. Her fur was now almost white and she had filled out a little now she was eating. It was too soon too tell if she could be re-homed or if the trauma she had suffered would make it impossible. She was terrified of men; Carine had seen her back into one corner of her cage when Paul or another man came into the room but maybe an older lady could give her the care and love she needed. Dogs were resilient, she knew.

The following day, the dog from the shelter came home, and so far, it had proven itself to be clear of danger. Willy was convinced it was no threat to anyone despite the enormous height. When they found him, he believed the wounded dog was old, alone, and homeless. After being taken into the shelter and now finding its new home, he believed the dog had found some sense of security and was actually friendly.

I back out as Dallas chases my front end, cursing and threatening in the beams of the headlights. I hold my breath until I'm outsode the city, heading towards my hometown. I plug my cellphone into the car charger and cry as I continue to drive. I couldn't risk telling anyone, so I have no place to go. I've got an I hired dog to boot. Few hotels will let me bring a dog. I don't pull off until I find an after hours vet clinic. I park sideways in the lot and I run into the building with my massive mix breed in my arms.