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responded Nat, making it clear to her best friend that the only pets in her life were the ones that were cold-blooded and slithered. "'Hollywood Dogs' features drawings, portraits and posters of some of the biggest canine blockbusters like 'Lassie' to Old Yeller' and 'All Dogs Go to Heaven'," came the guide. "Oooh, I liked 'Old Yeller'!" Carmen blurted out. "Canines are the absolute worst!" interjected Henry, "they drool, they can really go rabid albeit very dangerous when stray." "Screw you!" snapped Cassie, "I like 'em! They are so cute, especially puppies and you just wanna hug them so tight or let them play with a squeaky toy..."

Blackmail wouldn't work. "This is a private beach, you know." The lady pointed a bony finger. "I'll call the police." Stralath raised his hand in apology. "We're leaving, ma'am—I like your dog." The Golden Lab looked scared of Stralath and probably sensed the alien predatory vibes. Galene took Stralath's hand as they walked toward the fence. "Do you have dogs on your planet?" "A similar creature—but they're not domesticated and are less friendly—they're larger."

Eric was back where he had started, meters from where Robin had tried to attack him. The vans: that of Elias and Jacob was still parked there, one behind the other. The people, however, were gone. Only about a dozen or more dogs stood there now: big dogs with shiny fur and teeth that looked capable of ripping out flesh. They had various colours of fur, and although brown and black were pretty common dog fur colours, there were also some unusual ones, like silver and red.

The dog instantly soothed again. “See?” I said, giving her an apologetic look. “He wasn’t trying to ‘eat’ your dog. It was just a natural response.” The woman didn’t look entirely convinced, but she seemed to calm slightly. Darren and I moved away to discuss our next steps. Clearly, having pets and werewolves in such a small area together was risky, and several of the refugees had pets with them. “We can’t just ban pets,” I said immediately once we were out of earshot. “For some of these people, their pets are all they have left.”

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.

he comments, making a gesture of a person no more than five feet tall. "Do you have dogs of that size?" she asks, sounding silly. Ayden laughs at hearing her. "Dogs? I don't like them," he warns. "Although my little hellion could very well have the temper of a thousand demons from one of those fighting dogs. I don't advise you to come with me or even get close to me. She has a damn good nose…" "I'm not understanding you, do you have dogs or not?" the girl asks again. Ayden looks at her and shakes his head.

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.

Frightened, Miya scrèamed, dropped all the bags of presents, and ran. She was soon surrounded by the big and unfriendly dogs, all barking at her. She was almost in tears. Seeing how scared Miya was, Xenon finally shouted at the dogs. "Tod, sit down." The leading Tibetan Mastiff sat down, and the rest followed. Miya heaved a sigh of relief. "Come over," Xenon shouted, and all the dogs went to him, wagging their tails happily. Jameson stood by the door, smoking and watching, one hand in his pocket, looking rather