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The three wolves streaked through the graveyard, darting from shadow to shadow across the green grass, until they slipped into the suburban street. Across the road from Aislen’s house, a Bichon Frise being walked by a bored boy whose eyes were glued to his phone growled and barked, tugging on its leash, and snapping at the leaves that hid them, until Rhett revealed his teeth with a dark growl. The boy looked up, startled, but did not see them hidden in the bush. He tugged on the dog’s leash. “C’mon Butch, do your poo already so we can go home.”

Despite my previous indifference to dogs, the longing in their eyes stirred something within me—a shared vulnerability that went beyond species. My attention was drawn to a small white dog tucked away in a corner, her eyes a mosaic of trust and trepidation. Approaching her, she tentatively wagged her tail, extending a hesitant invitation for connection. Kneeling beside her enclosure, her soft whimper tugged at my heartstrings. The decision to adopt her felt instinctive, a silent pact forged in that fleeting moment. I named her Marie, symbolizing newfound companionship and a fresh start. As the shelter attendant opened the enclosure, Marie bounded into my arms, her warmth a testament to the u

Third Person’s POV When Terban entered the boarding house, he was shocked to see a dog wagging its tails in front of him. Spoiler alert, Terban is afraid of dogs. “Arfa rf!” “What the hell!” Terban shouted, hugging the door and moving backward away from a small, cute and friendly Bichon Frise Dog. When the dog approached him, Terban almost burst out crying. “Shoo! Shoo! Go away!” The dog ran to him and he shouted, “Help!”

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

I heard him grumble something that sounded like he needed to kill a deer first but luckily I don't think Mallory heard that. “Oh this is gotta see.” Andre laughed, “sleep over!” Mallory though wasn't having it, "you're not invited.” Her little finger pointed. “Only dogs!” She turned to me next, “and you!” “Oh me too?” I laughed nervously. “Do you have any other dogs that can come?” She smiled. Pausing in his footsteps Elias turned back with a glisten in his eye, “Yes she does.” his attention then turned to Andre, “Two others that would be happy to come.”

Rex kissed Charlotte's forehead and said, "Don't worry dear. Your sister will survive in this journey, but I can't say how long she will live. It's up to you. So make sure, Alice live." After saying that, Rex opened the door and Charlotte go out of the room hurriedly. Charlotte was running to garden and Rex was running behind her. Rex came to the garden and saw some dogs biting and pulling Alice's clothes. Another dog is trying to bite Alice's leg again. Alice shouted for help and tried desperately to keep the dogs away from her. Rex saw it and shouted from a distance, "Hey stop." The dogs are so loyal to their masters that once they hear his roar they move away from Alice.

Karen couldn't believe all the changes in her life in such a short time. Less than three weeks ago she was day dreaming about a man she walked past on the street. Now she couldn't wait to be his mate and become a wolf. She watched her chocolate colored wolf running through the trees in his pursuit of a deer. She wondered if she'd be able to do it, chase after an animal and kill it. He had assured her that her wolf would take care of it for her. It would be a natural instinct. She still worried.

Special Chapters 001 to 006 were oginally only available on the book version of this novel. Hope you love them! *** Rome had been glancing at her wristwatch repeatedly while seated on the garden set, watching her two daughters chase after their great-grandmother Althea Montemayor’s newly purchased puppy. It was a French bulldog. And while the kids tried to catch the little dog, their two-year-old Labrador Retriever, Dolly, was right behind them, happily joining the chase.

Right when the thought appeared in his head, a stray dog came to him, wagging his fluffy tail. Noah, a great lover of everything furry, was naturally very overjoyed and gave the doggie a very enthusiastic petting. After that, Noah, this small person in this vast world, was no longer alone. He now had a sticky companion that made the journey so much better. They were like Sherlock and Watson! Crusoe and Friday! Frodo and Sam! In short, they were running around very happily together. Everything was great! It was just that this doggie had a really embarrassing habit. He loved to stick his snout where it didn’t belong. And the place he liked to stick it into the most happened to be Noah’s behind

Intrigued, I chime in, "What did Chloe say, anyway?" Winter takes a deep breath and glances between us, preparing to explain the strange situation. "Alright, here's the deal," she starts, sounding like a seasoned storyteller. "Chloe, our dog-whisperer friend here, claims she was attacked on the neck by a rabid street dog months ago. Scarlett, being squeamish, was totally grossed out by it."