Novel & Cerita No More Dead Dogs

I hear heavy foot falls and he his voice booms over the phone, “what can I do for you Alpha Christov?” I’m taken back by his tone, he’s angry about something, more than angry, “I need an update on whether or not anyone came back for the 2 pups from my pack.” His tone changes, “yes, but unfortunately they’re all dead, they put up a hell of a fight and left my people with no choice.”

“We swore we’d forget it. It’s been months. Why would anyone come after us now?” Silence. Too long. Too still. Then, barely audible, she whispered, “Maybe because he’s dead. Maybe we killed him.” I shot up, heart hammering. “No. He wasn’t dead. We checked. He was breathing when we left. You remember, right?” Athena nodded slowly—then smirked. “We’re talking about the dog, right?” I blinked. “Wait—what?” She broke into wild laughter, and despite my best efforts, I laughed too, the tension breaking for a moment.

"Rex——!!" I screamed in anguish, crawling toward him on my hands and knees, pulling his still-warm body against my chest. His eyes remained open, as if reluctant to leave, as if taking one final look at me. No matter how I called to him, no matter how I shook him, he didn't respond. My dearest childhood companion, my brother's battlefield comrade, our pack's hero—he had died trying to save me, murdered by these vicious creatures.

Then mutated golden retrievers, German shepherds, and Rottweilers. They poured onto the rooftop from every direction like a black tide. None of them came for me. They rushed right past me and lunged straight at the zombies. Tearing. Ripping. Slaughtering. Under the fangs of those mutated dogs, the zombies didn’t stand a chance. Rotting flesh flew everywhere. In just a few minutes, the rooftop was completely cleared. The dogs parted, opening a path down the middle. Duke stood there, right in the center, then turned back to look at me.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

He asked her “I recently talked to your mom. Her wolf is dying and wanted to talk to her.” Rhiannon said, stopping to give Keyne a minute to allow her words to sink in. “Wait, I didn’t think wolves could die.” He said sounding a little confused. “That isn’t true, a wolf can die but it is very rare. The last wolf to pass was 3 goddesses ago. A wolf only truly dies when its spirit becomes broken beyond all repairs.” “What does this have to do with me?” He asked.

Unlike before, the door was now wide open. Perhaps out of guilt for killing my pup with his own hands, Owen had replaced everything in the room with things related to me. But this act of remorse just made me sick. I gathered up everything in the study and carried it to the garden, then set it all on fire. With that fire, I burned away everything from the past three years. … Owen's POV I was still with poor Ashley when suddenly, a searing pain tore through my chest. My wolf howled in anguish. The sensation was the unmistakable sensation of the mate bond being broken.

Something Maya has no useful word for. The word would have to describe a man aiming twelve bodies the way she would aim one rifle, and English, having spent centuries finding twelve ways to describe uncomfortable chairs, apparently never prepared for this. Marcus turns the pack. Points it. The dead come over the west fence and meet a thing already there to meet them. One animal with thirty heads.

I didn’t know what I was nervous about. Miss Lowell told everyone to take a short break, to calm themselves down for the stage an hour later. I went outside to get some air. At that moment, my phone rang sharply, the sound piercing and jarring. I answered without thinking, only to realize it was Soren calling. His voice on the other end was very light. "Sloane, if I die, will you be sad? There’s an hour left." The first two deaths had both happened before his birthday, sudden and without warning. Only the third time did he discover something wrong on the day itself, giving me at least a little time to say goodbye.

He really had no idea that Thomas would be so stupid. “Mr. Mayo, you’re not joking, right?” Thomas scoffed. “No.” Dylan kept shaking his head. “Mr. Mayo, do you know that dog No. 1 is nicknamed ‘Invincible General’? It is currently undefeated. How is it possible for it to lose to a common dog?”