Paw Skye Novels & Stories

Shee had her eyes fixed ahead of her with stiff shoulders. Following her gaze, my eyes widened when I saw Skye beside the vase that had the late alpha's ashes in it. "Skye, baby," I said softly, freezing to a spot. "Come now, we could go for a walk." Skye rubbed his body around the vase, moving like a cat purring around his or her owner's feet. "Skye!" I whisper-yelled, and Skye snapped his head at me as if snarling at me for calling his name. He growled a little and then looked back at the vase before knocking it to the ground.

Just as Skye turns the corner, she is immediately faced with a half-naked Tajsa. Oh, fuck!

he asked, bewildered. Skye’s grin widened and it seemed like the omega was having a great start to his morning. “Nope! I wasn’t kidding when I said I struggle to heal even simple injuries in animals and while it was a clean break, there’s no way I could have healed that.” “But how?” “I have two theories,” Skye replied as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching into the blankets to tickle Stew’s ears and the rabbit seemed far less comfortable with Skye than he was with Eician.

And back to pick up my happiness. Growing up without a mother's affection made Skye a shy and undeveloped child her age. Her body is also so small. All things I have worked on, still that much body. I gave milk, but Skye doesn't like to drink milk, I often give her healthy food to grow her body healthy, but Skye is a picky eater. Or she eats, but her body is small. Every so often, I think of Kelsea. How is it growing now? Is she also having trouble eating like Skye? Or is she a smart and healthy child? Ah, I miss both of them so much.

It was a battlefield. Spitfire lay in the center like a queen in a war zone, eyes half-lidded, one paw lazily restraining Goose, who was trying very hard to bite Cloud’s ear. Freya was chewing on the corner of the fleece lining like it owed her money. Nova had somehow rolled onto her back and was kicking wildly at the air, claws unsheathed like she was mid-boss battle. Pesto was out of the box entirely, half-crawled, half-tumbled onto the mat I’d set beside it, and mewling like someone had personally betrayed him. And Mochi?

Makai ran over quickly, and had the same reaction! "Who the hell are you? Why did you tackel me?" the wolf looked terrified. "Ni-Ko. I'm sorry, Rixa told me you'd be here, but" Damien stood, humiliated. Helping the wolf he hired back on it's feet, Damien bowed, and looked up. He had never seen this wolf in his life. "Who is this?" Makai asked. "A new wolf from Lunari Pack. Makai, Damien, meet Skai, my mate." She pulled back her hood to reveal long, fire red hair, and large orange eyes that were mesmerizing to look into for too long.