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The girl continued to advance, and the guy backed towards the door across the kitchen. “Please,” the guy raised his hands in front of him in a protective gesture, “I can’t cross the threshold, otherwise I’ll become a dog again!” - Go away! - Anika screamed, not wanting to listen to his nonsense. - Psycho! She pressed him against the door and forced him to open it. The castle was surprisingly closed. Turning the key, the guy opened the door, and Anika forced him out the threshold. Taking a couple of steps away from the door, he looked at her reproachfully. A few seconds later there was a bang. A cloud of fog - and instead of a guy, a black dog with blue eyes, wrapped in a curtain, was sitting

Pest number 10 really. "Are you gonna stare at me all day?" As if she's staring at it? Ship muks. She stared at him and followed the man. It does not mean that she is now Mrs. McCluskey, that she would be kind of x10, that's not in her dictionary. She needs it, she needs it too. To make the story short, they both needed themselves together. "I have 2 dogs in this house, a husky and a golden retriever. I tell you this to give you warning, never go near the back door. My doggies will eat you alive."

Doyle scoffed, “But we have a more pressing matter to attend to” he said with a sly smile. I don’t like this dog. He seems off. “Are you afraid?” I teased with a chuckle. I don’t know what possessed me to bait him. I guess I'm just used to playing with these dumb animals. He didn’t seem to appreciate it though. Doyle roared. He didn’t just let his canines extend, but his whole face began morphing into a wolf. His nose extended forward as his teeth grew, his eyebrows increased in size and spread across to his ears, which had grown into furry points.

A person who was good at tracking and playing with the enemy was played by his target today. Although he hadn't figured it out how the other side knew about their existence yet. But this was no longer the point, and it was not the time to think about it now. "Today, I've suffered a great loss." Under great pressure, Head Dog actually showed a smile. But when this smile appeared on his face, it made people feel creepy. "A group of brainless idiots. All of them are a group of idiots." Head Dog raised his hand and pointed at shapeshifting demons in the air one by one.

Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’

Vanessa’s pov, I woke up from the sensation of a wet tongue on my face and I shrieked loudly thinking it was Colin. I angrily tried to adjust my eyes to the sunlight and wanted to give the shape next to me a proper slap when I noticed the furry texture I was feeling. Finally, my eyes adjusted and to my surprise, a massive dog was lying next to me waggling his tail in utter happiness. With a relieved sigh, I started to stroke the dog's head, which he immediately planted on my lap, begging for more. a low giggle erupted from my throat when I realized how ridiculous it was that I thought it had been Colin. I was definitely losing it. I quickly scanned the room but besides the giant dog, I was a

Couldn't he have—I don't know—talked to me about this first? I shake my head in disbelief. How did I get here? In the middle of some remote forest with a shapeshifting man-dog? Oh god, I’m going to die today, aren’t I? I just came to the States for work, dammit! The dog’s tail sweeps through a pile of dead leaves. He yawns with a soft whine and lies down, crawling a little closer. He actually looks... cute, like he wants to play. But that’s no puppy.

I run into the woods, blood, I need blood. I sniff, there's a human in here, I look around, noticing two elderly couple walking and smiling at each other. I lick my lips. I speed in front of them which startled them. I quickly grab the old man neck and suck out all the blood in his vain, making the old lady scream. The man fell from my hand lifelessly, my eyes turn red, my demons showing itself, I look at the terrified woman before grabbing her and finishing what I started. *****"**

Feeling proud of myself, I let the warning be much clearer, added with my eyes reminded the poor dog, “I wasn't really yummy, you don't believe? Well, the last time a mere creatures dare to eat me, it died miserably! You were different, so be a man, hm?” I manage to smile as if a puppy trying to say that I'm hungry. But then he close the distance with me, and I could feel his warmth breath as he whispered that shocked me, “I'm hungry, why not let me eat you, woman? I'll judge if you're yummy,” He clear his throat, softy added, “Well, you sure are yummy when you were in my arms. You wont be hurt, stubborn woman, so let me eat you, hm?”

Pain is good. It means am awake and back to this nightmare, I Groan out in frustration as I looked around the now familiar room that's been my home these past three weeks. "To think the fucker now appears in my dreams" Fuck my life! ****** "Please have you seen charlie my dog, He's small and white"She says worriedly with her hands flying everywhere as she tried to be descriptive. The little trouble seems to think this place is his turf and always disappears on her. Been searching for him for like an hour now and nowhere to be seen. She just hope he's okay. Or do werewolves eat dogs too.