Sans Dogs Novels & Stories

The wolf licked my arm. “Nothing and no one but you. If I can manage to convince myself to believe Tea and Ebony. But if you ask me, they kind of seem like they’re on drugs.” The wolf snorted, and my lips curved upward. “Glad to hear that you agree with me.” My fingers stroked his fur. “I used to have a dog. Chewbacca. She made everything better. But she passed a few months before I graduated high school, and college dorms don’t allow dogs. Not big ones, at least, unless you’ve got a medical reason. Which I don’t, so here I am.”

They knew better than to cross me, the demon werewolf who had unleashed hell on both the supernatural and human worlds. "Lupo, please," Kael stammered, his voice laced with fear. "We're not here to provoke you. We've come to... beg for mercy. The latest massacre... it's the fourth time, Lupo. The packs are terrified. We're desperate to find a way to stop the bloodshed before it's too late." I sneered, my eyes blazing with fury. "Mercy? Do you speak to me of mercy? I have no soul, no conscience to guide me.

I said to Clarissa, “and she’s not speaking.” “That’s because she’s a dog, Katla,” she said. “Dogs aren’t wolves, but that one is called a Husky. They’re supposed to look like little wolves, I guess. I don’t know where they came from actually, but humans have them as pets, for friends.” “So humans do have wolves! It’s just their wolves can’t talk back and aren’t part of them,” I’m not sure if it made it better or worse. I also felt bad for the small wolf dog on the leash.

I freeze. “Uh… dogs?” I ask. “Yes! Big dogs. Small dogs. A Chihuahua! Please?” Carmen pleads and gives me a look like I’m denying her oxygen. “No dogs. They bite. They’re dangerous,” Connor huffs. “Only to bad people,” I quip. Carmen laughs like I just delivered the funniest joke in history. Connor scowls, clearly unimpressed. Maddie groans. “Logan, don’t …” she begins, but I’ve already surrendered.

To stop them from doing so, alI immediately find a way to speak and stop them. I took my hands off at his grip and then chuckled a little. "I'll go there alone. You should stay here…" He groaned and pulled me a little. "Aren't you going to defend me?" I chuckled lightly. "No." Ares' pouted his lips and then sneered. He went back to his chair as I strode towards the door. But before leaving entirely, I closed it a little but my head is still inside. "By the way, my dog's breed isn't Siberian husky, German Shepherd or a Golden Retriever. He's an American Pit Bull!"

I nod slowly and look past her, trying to get a better peek at the person in the pavilion. She always talks about a pet she used to have, but she never says what kind of pet it was or exactly what kind of accident it had. Werewolves rarely have pets because our wolves see them as prey. Maybe Dario rolled the dice and got her a puppy? Knowing Dario, I probably don’t want details.

I laugh at the absolute truth of my words which has her laugh joining mine. We continue talking about little things the rest of the drive back. I find out that she has a dog named Budwich, buddy for short of course, and he is apparently a massive dog. She told me his breed, but I’ve never been much into dogs or their breeds so who knows. When I looked at her unsure, she assured me he is the sweetest dog in the world and I have nothing to fear. That only had me relaxing by a small margin. I’ve never had much interaction with dogs or really any animals before. Wilheim hates animals of any kind so they were never allowed in the house and I was never allowed to go out of my way to find one. Thin

"In this era, even dogs could vote at the table. Is it illegal to show affection in public? Zander, if you're not happy about it, you can bring a female dog here to put on a show, and I'm sure no one will stop you." The people around us gasped. The tension in the air was even thicker than before. At least I wouldn't attack verbally, but Tabitha didn't care that much. Anyway, she was just a woman. At worst, she could bare her teeth and curse at Zander without fear. But could Zander really lower himself to that level? Zander was initially taken aback. From what I knew about Tabitha, she was not the type to be pushy or aggressive.

There was a pause before Serenity replied, “Okay then. You should talk to Nana. You make the call. “I still think it’s too quiet at our place. Nana’s only going to stay for a couple of days if she comes. Mr. York, can I get two dogs and two cats to join the family?” Turning his head, Zachary glanced at her before moving his eyes back to the road. He said faintly, “Dogs and cats can’t speak the human language. Plus, they wreck the house, shed fur, and defecate everywhere. I hate it! Of course, I have no problem with you having pets if you keep them locked in your room. I don’t want to see them roaming around the house.” Serenity was rendered speechless.

“My shaking stopped, and I calmed down.” “That’s what I mean by touch being calming. Especially in times of fear, and distress. Unfortunately since we are unable to physically touch our wolves they can’t provide physical support, even if they want to since we are always one or the other at all times. Our wolves don’t like this, but they understand it. So a wolf who’s human has suffered from trauma is more likely to be accepting of, and even care of an animal that can provide the physical support they are unable to, especially if that wolf is unmated. I know that you do have a mate, but you are unmarked, and away from you mate so he is unable to provide the physical support you need right now