Muddy Paws Book 소설 & 이야기

he said. Inside were pages full of pencil sketches and short, clumsy sentences—none of them professionally done, all of them exactly him. There was a crooked family on the first page with two parents and a rescue dog named Bix. The second page had a sketch that looked suspiciously like our penthouse couch, with the caption: Where Tuesdays live. The book was a hand-made children’s story: The Little House That Held Tuesdays. Each page held a tiny adventure—the first puddle jump, the first burned pancake, the time a kite escaped and came back with a ribbon.

thanks to the food chain. My paws sink into the dark mud as I run through the trees , I had long since left our territory. I have no idea where I am, but danger is still on my tail. To be exact, on our tail, because the Alpha’s son, Ryder, has been following me since the beginning. In a way, I’m glad he’s following me , but not for the reasons you might think. No, because if the red-eyed monster catches up with us, I can feed Ryder to the beast first. That’s why I’ve been battling him for over an hour. He’s not running as fast as me, of course; he’s weaker.

“RAVEN what happening?” “Imagine your hands are paws and you are a wolf” Raven instructed. “I know this is going to hurt but it will only last a short time, you can do this!” I am laying on the fetal position hearing my bones breaking and next thing I know I am looking at the earth. I am smelling the wet earth and more scents I didn’t know what they were. Looking down I see a dark brown and reddish paws. Looking around everything is clearer, brighter, louder and more scents than before.

I spoke warningly. "Got it, boss," she sing-sang. "You promise? Pinky swear?"I offered. "Eww. Pinky swears are for pups. You're turning 18 soon, for crying out loud, you seriously need to upgrade," she mumbled, and swoosh, four perfect paws landed on the ground, on the dry leaves. "Oh, Yesssss!" she purred, shaking off the dirt. Just great, my clothes were ruined. "Oops, sorry. But now we're talking," she growled, slightly digging into the earth with her forepaw.

When the door opens, he’s already running toward me, his backpack bouncing. "Mummy!" I scoop him up, burying my nose in his neck. He smells like chalk, milk, and that sweaty kid scent. "You smell like your classroom, little man." "Yeah, we played hard today!" He wiggles down, grabbing his lunch box. "Mummy, did you know that Golden Retrievers have webbed toes for swimming? They’re like ducks!" I raise my eyebrows. "Webbed toes? I didn't know that. Who’s the dog expert?"

I met the shadow-walker in a glade at the territory's edge. He handed me a sealed scroll. "Your mate's past is… not what the pack tales say." My fingers trembled as I broke the wax seal. Inside were sketched images, captured by some far-seeing crystal. Ethan, younger, in ceremonial furs. Beside him, a she-wolf in a silver-threaded gown, a promise-bond bracelet gleaming on her wrist. They were both smiling.

Almost half an hour later, I heard the water moving. With a big smile, I rushed in that direction, only to be stopped surprisingly when I spotted a pup in the water. It was small brown and fragile. Its fur was dampened with the water. It was whining in a low voice, lifting his small paw again and again. It looked no less than a doggy. But the fur confirmed that it was a werewolf. I couldn't stop myself from pitying its condition. Walking into the water, I grabbed it up gently, trying to see its paw,

I watch them both, cherishing this moment. I reach out and gently stroke the pup's soft fur, marveling at how much it has grown since we found it abandoned in the woods. Its blue eyes remind me of Lex's, full of warmth and curiosity. As I look around the room, I see all of the other pups playing and tumbling over each other, their energy infectious.

After about two hours of running around, catching some rabbits and watching Violet stop to smell literally everything, I was ready to get down to business. *Let’s go home and make pups,* I said to everyone. My brothers immediately began howling and I followed suit. Violet shook her head. *Catch me if you can, fluffy.* Fluffy! What the heck? Dusk growled, he didn’t want any cutesy little nickname. He was a warrior and he would let her know how rough he liked it. She took off running back toward our little house and I was delighted to chase her. We chased her right to the porch and she laid down. She had light brown fur but little white boots on her paws, it was absolutely adorable. I hoped ou

I asked, my voice sounding bolder than I expected, even though my stomach was filled with fear. He stopped and bent down near a patch of trampled grass, he turned to look at them and put his hands to his lips motioning for them to keep silent as he pointed to the ground. “Broken twigs, disturbed soil, claw marks.” He whispered. “Rogues aren’t as careful as they think.” He added as he stuck his finger into the muddy flaw, pushing away a few trampled grass to reveal a paw print that looked too large for a normal wolf. The edges of the mud still looked new.