Mt Diablo Dog Training Club Novels & Stories

Octavia Pov “Hello, I am Luna Octavia. Tomorrow, everyone from age 16 to age 21 with no pup will be shown to the training area to train. Anyone else above age 21 that doesn’t have pups, or that has pups and still wish to train, please join,” I said. A set of people raised their head. “Yes?” I asked, pointing at one and he is from Middletown. He looks to be about 16 years old.

We walk through the gate and what I see stops me in my tracks. All of my guys are working with groups of pups in the middle of the day on a weekday. What is happening? There’s never been training in the middle of the day before. I walk over, waving at Delta Kyle. “What is all of this?” “This is all you kiddo.” “What are you talking about?” I look around as I ask him.

What were they doing here? Margaret appeared in the doorway a moment later. "Delilah, you have visitors." I followed her out to find both Dante and Mateo standing in the hallway, looking every bit the powerful pack heirs in their dark clothes. Several staff members were watching with obvious curiosity. "We need to speak with you," Mateo said, his tone completely professional. "About the pack training schedule for tomorrow." It was a reasonable excuse. I was supposed to start training, and as the ones running the program, they'd logically need to brief me.

"I'm heading out there, so check again, will you?" Mike turns the top right monitor my way. Madison is sitting on the side of the pool while Moon swims laps. It could change in a matter of minutes, so I leave quickly and make my way to the pool. I open the door that leads outside and scorching hot air instantly surrounds me. It doesn't matter that the sun set more than an hour ago. It won't get below ninety for the rest of the summer. Two-dogs runs over to greet me. We have about forty-five minutes until the meeting. I scratch his gigantic head. He's a pit bull who was rescued from one of the Indian reservations. He is blindly loyal to Madison and I have no doubt he'd remove my hand if I rai

This was the longest we went without seeing each other. "I will go sleep for a few hours and join you later. Just wanted to tell you to not be late. You know how mad Madison is." Rachel smiled happily and went down to the hallway where Kian's room was located. Madison was the trainer. She hated humans and told me training me was a lost cause because humans would never be a match for a wolf's abilities. I fed Ari and complained to her about Kian yet again. She sensed the excitement in my voice and wiggled around smiling and clapping.

The snowfall two days before had kept his entire office busy with accident reports and medical emergency calls, and he still had some last-minute paperwork to finish. Deputy Damien Sykes stomped the snow off his boots before entering the sheriff's office. "Hi, Sheriff. How's it going?" Mitch pushed his chair back and stood. The large golden retriever stretched out on the soft bed in the corner, stood, and growled. "It's okay, MugShot. You remember Damien. He's okay. He's not going to hurt anybody." Mitch coaxed until the dog finally retreated, settling on his bed. He'd never fully understood why the dog disliked Damien.

“ I ’ve allowed about it, however. ” I rumored. “ Oh my goddess, you need to touch him. ” She yelled in a hushed tone. I rolled my eyes, “ I've a mate, and he has one too, ” I reminded her. “ Yeah. But your mate is an arsehole. perhaps you ’re the first to get a alternate mate, ” She signed. “ Just touch him. ” She deadpanned. “ Fine, I'll the coming time I see him, ” I lumbered. She chortled, and we halted as the sisters did. “ Well, we ’re then, ” Caleb blazoned as he turned to us. “ Drink to KS Guidance. ” Carson beamed. I looked around at the massive training field. It was full of wolves working out, some in mortal form but utmost in wolf form. There was a structure that had ′ Educate Me

The environment here is perfect for her. I don't want to like Damian's club. I need to use this time to gather ideas on how to run my own club. Before Damian, my business plan was based on what not to do. That was easy because if Johnny Ford did it one way, I planned to do the exact opposite. Club El Diablo, on the other hand, has strict guidelines. Clean bills of health for the clients and a zero tolerance policy when it comes to how subs are treated. The private rooms are monitored, and the entire time I'm in the club I feel safe. At the Mediterranean that was never the case. I worked there in constant fear of the police or that someone would come unhinged and hurt members. I shiver at a m

“She’s here, Mama!” Damien walked toward the handler, posture stiff, all business. He ignored Leo and addressed the man. “Is she cleared?” “Yes, sir. Health checks done. Lower aggression drive, high intelligence. She’ll bond strongly.” “Good,” Damien said, voice flat. “Training starts next week. Obedience, perimeter awareness, threat response. No socialization outside the property until she’s disciplined.” My stomach tightened. Threat response. Disciplined. She was a baby. The handler nodded. “We’ll begin with imprinting and basic commands.”

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"