Human Faced Dogs Novels & Stories

His body had an injury, a limp leg, and those innocent eyes were filled with fear. The dog flinched backward as he saw Aria, trying to crawl farther away from her. His eyes showed how terrified he was of humans. “Are you okay?” she said softly. She slowly extended her hand towards him, carefully. “It’s okay... I will not hurt you,” she said gently. At her words, the dog whimpered and took a step back. Aria slowly pulled back her hand as she looked into his eyes. She realised he was badly hurt not going to trust her. She set her bag down, running her hand through it. She found a packet of cookies in her bag.

Gareth searched it with a grunt before letting him pass. “The music’s gone sharp,” Ethan said without preamble, sinking onto the plush rug in her sitting area. He didn’t touch his guitar. “All treble and snarl. No rhythm. It’s the sound of a trap being sprung.” He told her what the town was saying reports of massive, feral dog sightings, of livestock torn apart with unnatural savagery on outlying farms. The Red Hand was painting a picture of mindless beastiality, softening the human world for the true horror to come.