Romans & histoires Ninja Turtles Dogpound

’ The turtle metahuman finally managed to free itself and glowered at me with its black eyes. I used to love turtles and would usually spend my money donating to their cause. But I guess I have to fight one of them now. What an irony. ‘Can you handle two metahumans? At least keep them at bay until I take care of this Ninja Turtle.’ I flexed my fingers and felt my gloves heating up in preparation for combat. I feel it buzzing with life as if it understood that we were about to go into battle.

These last few months have been the most incredible months of my life, and I’m happy to report that the pack is flourishing more than ever. With Sorrell as my Luna, we have worked hard to whip this pack into shape. Since Sorrell took her oath and we completed our bond, we got straight to work. The entire pack officially participates in training. Even the children. The children have different days and times, so it doesn’t impact their sleep schedules and their schooling, and some parents were unsure at first, but the pups have taken to it with gusto, and guess who handles the pup's training? That would be my fantastic Luna.

“Okay bitch, just follow me,” Jerome ordered, and led me up the front steps of his Tudor with all of his neighbors looking on whistling, and throwing cat calls our way with dogs barking in the background all over the neighborhood. I’ll give this to Heidi, she keeps a clean house, and that can’t be easy now that she had a baby to take care of. Nothing to brag about in Home & Gardens, Jerome’s place had that lived in quality that said; “Come right in, and make yourself comfortable.” Something to which I wasn’t being allowed to do as he continued to lead me through the house, and out into the back yard where he had a small kennel for two dogs. Rottwielers in fact, and they went by the names of

I recruited a biological weapon of mass distraction. He was a Tibetan Mastiff puppy, a fluffy, oversized cloud of charcoal-colored fur named Bane. At ten weeks old, he already weighed thirty pounds and had the territorial instincts of a warlord. My plan was simple: win over Leo and Luna, and provide a distraction so loud and chaotic that no one would notice my beard peeling. I led Bane through the service entrance, the puppy’s giant paws thumping against the marble like muffled drums. "Luna! Leo!" I chirped, the Jean-Pierre accent back in full, grating force. "I have brought a small... eh... souvenir from ze mountains!"