Stray Dogs Characters Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter 1 Rage blazed in her eyes like a furious river as she stared at them. Her anger knew no bounds as she inhaled the air, tainted with the horrid stench of betrayal. Their eyes held no remorse for their treachery; they gazed at her with mocking glares that felt as though they could peel the skin from her body with scorching lava. Her wolf growled fiercely, her pure white eyes gleaming brighter in the darkness. She dared them to come closer, knowing they wouldn't, for they understood the consequences. Diana, though soft and gentle, wouldn't hesitate to tear anyone apart, especially when they threatened her mate.

It was revolting at first glance. Among the caged dogs, many were dogs with a pedigree like Nani. They probably got lost just like her. There were also some stray dogs. Dogs understood human emotions. At that moment, they all looked pitifully outside, aware of their fate. Even the ones pushed to the edge of the cage were trembling. The dog thieves had already been subdued. They were baffled. They had been caught by the police before but had never encountered such a large group of non-police.

With nowhere left to hide, she crouched down, hugging herself tightly, shaking uncontrollably as the wild dog inched closer. Jovie's eyes, wide and shimmering with tears, were locked on the stray dog inching closer. Panic surged through her as she sobbed, "Daddy, please... I need you to save me... Why aren't you here yet? Please, big dog, don't eat me. I'm not tasty at all..." The dog, oblivious to her pleas, halted just a couple of steps away. It let out a menacing growl before lunging at her, snarling viciously, its fangs gleaming and drool reeking as it sprayed from its jaws.

Unfortunately, the roads weren't designed to handle this kind of volume, and the Governor was too stupid to allow evacuees to drive on the opposite side of the highway coming out of the coastal towns. People have run out of gas, which has caused even bigger problems as they abandon their cars on the road. They're out of their cars talking to other travelers around them, throwing footballs, playing Frisbee and hacky sack; the Charleston hippies are out in full force. The rain has let up, and passengers sit on the hoods of their cars having picnics and sharing food with strangers. It's like they're out for a Sunday drive and not trying to avoid the storm of the century.

“However, we will not be by ourselves.” A rustling noise emerged from the bushes behind us, and I reflexively took a step back. A pack of wolves appeared, their coats shiny and black, their eyes faintly shining. They were different from the wolves in our pack. They had an element of wildness, a sense of being untamed. "These individuals are the Shadow Strays," Lucian remarked, pointing at the group. "Outcasts like myself who have been rejected." "They've consented to assist." Kai stiffened. “Scoundrels? "Are you joking with me?"

Most of them were women with kids and they looked sick too. "Oh those are the people who come here to seek medical help, most of them are strays," Mr. Jim said. Strays are werewolf and Lycans shifters who are let their packs for different reasons, most of them survive but some let their inner beasts take over and become feral, "They are staying just outside the main gates... in the forest," "Why aren't they getting help then?" I ask. "Well, they do sometimes but they come back again with more injuries or illnesses, the cold just worsens their situation," He responded sadly.

She gathers my bowl, wipes the table, and pauses just long enough to whisper: “Don’t let them see you flinch.” She’s gone before I can reply, swallowed by the swing of the kitchen door. The guards are on me a second later, hands on my shoulders, steering me up and out. As I pass the main table, Scarface leans in again and says, not softly, “See you at training, Stray.” I give him nothing, not even a blink. The hall outside is colder than before. The cuffs burn like a brand. My hands shake, but only a little. This is how it starts, I think.

When I turn back to demand an explanation, the path behind me is empty. The driver is gone. “What the hell?” I spin around fully now, panic rising fast. “Where the fuck did you go?” No answer. Another growl sounds again, louder this time and my stomach drops when realization hits me hard enough to make me dizzy. Stray wolves. Everyone in Crescent Hollow knows the stories. Stray wolves are not friendly to humans, especially not in parts of the city like this. My hands shake as I bend down quickly, removing my heels and dropping them without a second thought.

Amilia let go of the hold she had on her body but she was still alert and waiting, for that specific timing to strike. Amilia was sitting on one of the long sofas when a Stray entered the room. It jerked his head when it sensed a presence in the room. Amilia gave the Stray a huge smile beckoning it to come near. It abides by her and not a second long, the Stray was already standing in front of Amilia with its head bowed down on its chest. “Where is everybody?” The Stray did not answer, instead, it kneeled and put its head on Amilia’s lap. The touch sends needles to Amilia’s whole body. The urge to vomit intensified but she had no choice but to just hold it in and accept everything.