If A Dog Tastes Blood Will It Attack Again Novels & Stories

He released her and jumped back. Anger fueled Sage’s desperate attack. She pounced. Got a muzzle-full of black fur when he once again evaded her snapping jaws. The taste of his fur filled my mouth, and I retched. She spat it out, stood and growled at him with lips furling back, the sound vibrating in the air. He did the same. They attacked simultaneously. The floor reverberated from the impact as their bodies collided. The tremor traveled up my legs. Sage clamped down on his left flank. I tasted blood, Neil’s blood, acrid on my tongue. It was a dangerous bite.

He struggled once more since his lip was already wounded from his fang digging into it, and blood ran freely from it. When I smelled his blood, I immediately felt the warming of my eyes. My throat felt dry, and I yearned to taste his blood to quench my thirst. I restrained myself because if I didn't, I'd go crazy with him again. When I repeat that again, his rage will grew stronger. But dang! Those bloods looked so sweet. Vreihya! No! Stop! Please don't do anything stupid!

It was the scent of blood. Adriah’s blood. Fear twisted inside me, sharp and cold. Her blood scent was so strong… stronger than the scent of her body. If body scent helped identify a mate, then the scent of blood was even stronger. Blood never lied. Was this… a sign? Proof? No. Not yet. Not enough. I remembered how all the widowed wolves reacted violently to the tiny amount of blood from a Stealer. Maybe my reaction now was the same. Maybe this meant nothing.

His wolf charges at me again before I have the chance to stand fully. He lands on top of me, his teeth tearing into my left shoulder. The pain is unbearable and causes a small yelp to escape me. I throw him off and stand as blood drips down my white fur all the way down to my toes. He will pay for this. As he comes running back for another attack, I notice foam around his muzzle and wonder why. It’s unnatural and something that sets off red flags. I only have seconds to dodge him and his teeth barely miss me. As I roll beneath him and to the side, I reach up and drag my claws through the flesh of his tender belly, causing him to yelp again.

Werewolves attacking their own kind was unusual, and it raised questions about what could have driven them to do so. "If the blood seems different, does that mean they were injected with something to get stronger?" I asked. Alpha Douglas paused for a moment, considering my question. His brows furrowed as he weighed his response. "It's a possibility," he replied, his voice tinged with caution. "The difference in their blood could indicate some form of enhancement, whether through injections or other means. It's something we'll have to investigate further to understand their capabilities." His words only fueled my curiosity. If the attackers had indeed undergone some form of enhancement, it wo

He lies there, whimpering. I look at my paws. I am not myself. I do not know what I am anymore. The rest of the pack have fled. I take off after them. They are easy to track. I follow their scent. I chase them down. I am faster than they are. I catch up to them. I knock one of them over. I bare my teeth. I sink them into his neck. His blood is warm on my tongue. It tastes good. It tastes like power.

A stray dog whined at the smell of blood, then bolted into the night. Her mouth dropped open. “Madre de Dios…” she whispered. “He go crazy loco… ayyyy m****a…” When he was done, blood smeared on his mouth, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with hunger, he turned to her. Oh… m****a,” she whispered, voice shaky. “So this… this what blood do to you…” She saw it instantly. The way his fangs still twitched. The way his cock strained in his pants.

I briefly explained the situation. Dogman nodded thoughtfully, “Makes sense. A dog doesn’t turn on its owner for no reason. Someone definitely trained it to attack you.” I frowned, “You mean… someone did this on purpose?” He nodded firmly, “No doubt. Look—it’s targeting you and no one else. What, you think you’ve got personal beef with this dog? Someone clearly taught it to go after you.” I paused for a moment, then asked, “Can it still be rehabilitated?”

He was light brown in color with black fur covering his ears, paws and end of tail. He growled loudly and in return I growled back even louder as I launched at him, but he dodged my attack and then tried reaching for my neck. I quickly turned my body so he only bit my back. I yelped from the pain but his attack only made me angrier. Is it possible that he was the one who put my mate in this state? Was he the one who hurt her? The idea of someone hurting my mate made my blood boil. How dare they?

The dog completely ignored Mu Zi, caught up and bit Tong Tong's ankle, and violently flung it like a rag doll- Tong Tong's bright red cloak tore apart in an instant! Immediately afterward, the mastiff once again opened its bloody mouth and viciously bit her head and face! The animal's wild instincts would aim for the head and neck when attacking, but in a few seconds, Tong Tong's face was already covered in blood, and she cried out under the sharp teeth of the fiery dog! Tearing her heart and lungs! Mu Zi looked at the scene in front of her in a daze, so shocked that she had already forgotten to escape. She was really not expecting ......