How Fast Can A Blood Clot Kill A Dog Novels & Stories

I tapped Ethan's shoulder, telling him to go faster! "Ethan! They are catching up!" I yelled and covered bobby so he couldn't get shoot. Bobby barked in response, but he trembled when he heard another series of gunshots. Dogs like him are sensitive to loud noise, and the stress could kill them! We need to get out of here quickly!

At least, that's what I thought but he laughed maniacally. Suddenly, he bit something in his mouth and swallowed whatever it was. "No, no!" I exclaimed but it was too late. In a matter of seconds, he was foaming at his mouth, his canines extended as he was in mid-transition, and then died. I checked his pulse. Nothing. "Fuck!" I exclaimed. What in the hell had just happened? I remembered the storage device and quickly found it in one of his pockets. I pocketed it and walked back to where Claire was leaning against the dented car, heaving. The hit would've been fatal for a weaker wolf. It should've broken her spine but she was still standing on her heels.

She was then handcuffed so tightly that the least movement could hurt her. Dr. Leonardo soon arrived with his nurse, who checked the content of the syringe and explained that the use of the substance was to cause blood to clot. If a person got injected with such a high dosage, it could only take a maximum of one minute or less for their heart to stop working.

He just stared at me with his eyes. "We are using them. We tried five lines. His system is in shock. His blood isn't clotting fast because of the trauma. We're losing him. There's another problem." He paused, taking a breath. "The pup." My grip on his gown tightened. My knuckles turned white. "What about the pup?"