Novel & Cerita Stray Dogs Book

I squeezed my little sleeves over my freezing hands. Sleep came in dirty pieces. I dreamed of running with four paws, claws tapping, breath steaming. When I jerked awake the air reeked of blood but nothing bled out. Gravel had stitched its map onto my cheek. A stray dog sat three feet away, ribs protruding through a rug of fur. It stared like it knew me. “Shoo,” I croaked. It muttered and tailed and stumbled back into the dark. Its paws made prints that were full of water and shone stars I couldn’t see.

It protested with a groan, metal flaking in his hands. “Rot’s our friend tonight,” he said. “Means no one’s used this in a long time.” “Except rats,” Mirella said. “And whatever those are.” She pointed to a set of paw‑prints in the mud just inside—too big for any normal vermin, too small for full‑grown wolves. “Strays,” the Ashridge scout said. “Dogs. Maybe a few skinny rogues who squeezed through years ago to avoid patrols. No fresh scent.”

Via let out an apologetic smile when she saw Collin’s sad look after Kaydee ignored him. “I’m your Uncle Collin! I’m so happy I finally got to meet you!” Jaydee immediately jumped into her uncle’s arm and after a few conversations, they were already inseperable. Kaydee stayed close to her, silently observing the unfamiliar place that they were in. And as they made their way home, with Cassie, Collin, and the children by her side, Via couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over her. She was finally home, where she belonged. And this time, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

Easton OMG I’m in love as I was patrolling I found this beautiful she-wolf who didn’t smell rogue but not pack either it was weird I took her back I told her I wanted as my Luna she said she wasn’t Luna material but would keep me company I could live with that when we got back I showed her our room she said she would be down shortly about 45 minutes she walked into the kitchen the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen I growled at Loki and Rene and told them I would killed them myself if they even tried. She asked what the fussing was all about I told her and she said she would cook she was speechless that there was nothing to eat I told her I would take her to get food and she went to gr

Two maids rushed over to take the stray dog away. Adina stood on the balcony, speechless. ‘Did I just kill an innocent dog? ‘It’s so cold and the stray dogs are homeless. They’re only barking because they’re hungry and cold. Why can’t I tolerate it…?’ She heard the children’s frolic voices downstairs again. It sounded like bees buzzing in her ears. She couldn’t help but feel even more irritable… She walked into the washroom and turned on the tap. The sound of water drowned out the children’s sounds. She finally felt at peace.

I answered. “Rogue?” asked the man in the suit. “Brandon, how about you go back in and take care of that schedule.” Kaden’s voice was rough and severe. “No,” I said. Better get this out of the way now. “I’m a stray.” There were a few seconds of silence, and Brandon went back in. From what I know strays are not that common. “Where is your luggage?” asked the woman. “I don’t have any,” I said.

It wasn’t like anything we’d heard before. I turned the handle slowly, pushing the door open just a crack. My heart pounded in my chest. As I peered out, I saw something small and moving. I stepped back quickly, my finger tensing on the trigger, but then I froze. A stray dog. It was a small, scruffy-looking dog with matted fur, sitting by the door and wagging its tail. Its big eyes stared up at us, a mix of confusion and curiosity. “Nooo… throw that thing away,” Bishop muttered, clearly annoyed.

“There’s nothing to tell. I was running in the woods, and got a bit lost. I picked up the smell of the cubs, then heard them scream. I couldn’t not help, you know? They’re pups.” I nodded unconsciously, because I did know. I got it completely. Even more so as an Alpha. At first, I didn’t believe the simplicity of her story, but it made a lot more sense if she’d been running from an abusive pack. “You’re a stray, aren’t you?” I asked, focusing on her reaction. Her body jerked, and her hands clenched tightly around the edges of her chair. I tried to be reassuring, hoping she’d answer more questions. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’ve taken in strays before.”

Lucy hadn't gone very far from her aunt's house, and would soon have a reprieve from the Arizona heat. She started to ponder what she would tell her Aunt Gertrude. Hey Auntie, can I keep this dog? I found him and I think he is a stray! Or, Auntie, you know you are never too old to bring stray animals home. Lucy laughed out loud at her thoughts as she sauntered over to the black rusting gate of the entrance to the house. She opened the gate and Frank passed through without hesitation. Lucy followed, smiling at the well-decorated front entrance of the home.

Obviously, the food was too little to satisfy them, and the stray dogs and cats stood there, grinding their teeth and staring straight at the bag in her hand with a cold light in their eyes. Seeing that it was almost the very time, Heloise held a pile of food in her hand and threw it over to the mouth of the alley, "Go ahead!" The food all hit the bodyguards who were pursuing her. The group of stray cats and dogs all brightened up their eyes when they saw this, rushing over there regardless, some even pounced over for the slight bite of food, directly jumping on people and tearing them apart. "Where did the wild dogs come from?" "Ah ah ah - they bit me!"