Stray Dogs Characters Novels & Stories

“I was just making a guess. Marriage, huh? So where did she come from?” “We don’t know, Your Majesty,” Gareth admitted. “Emmett said she was a stray. Back then, she had scars all over her body and she appeared to have been through an ordeal…” His voice trailed off and his lower lip trembled. Stray. Stray was just a mild word for rogue. Gareth was right to look terrified. Accepting werewolves into a Pack without a clear background was a serious offense. If they’d admitted a stray all those years ago, it was clear this remote Pack was just as careless as I’d initially assumed.

“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.”

The stranger offered a faint smile. “Sawasdee, You looked like you were having a more interesting conversation than the people upstairs.” Tee leaned back against the sofa, studying him carefully. “And you are?” “Yut… uh Chayut Athiwat.” His gaze shifted toward Pat almost immediately. “And your friend looks like he could use better company than cocktail. I've been watching him” The stranger's attention, however fixed on Pat “ I've been watching you laugh” Yut said smoothly, “ It seems rare enough to deserve a drink”

, the handsome stranger spoke stiffling his laugh. I like his laugh. "AMELIA HUDSON", my blue doggy came to my side and glared at me. How my doggy is so tall?? May be a hybrid? "WHAT HYBRID?? DRAKE BETTER TAKE HER HOME BEFORE I KILL HER", my blue doggy ordered the handsome stranger. "Weu..doggy ... don't order ..around..my prinwnce..", I glared at my doggy. "DRAKE", the blue doggy shouted again.

They seem too big though for stray dogs and to move that fast… Ella shook her head. Of course, they were strays. Two big stray dogs running around the city at night. Unless those dogs are rabid or extremely territorial, she need not worry, Ella thought. If there was anything that she should be wary of, especially in the city, it was humans not stray animals. She reached the spot where she thought she saw the stray dogs run past and looked at the direction where they disappeared. There was an alley, but without a streetlamp nearby, it was impossible to tell if the dogs were still there. Ella walked on, her steps gaining speed.

“If you follow us home, I’m sure you can have some food.” Hana’s eyes glaze over for a bit and then she snaps out of it. She turns to Asha. “Beta Wendy says we can bring the stray.” The stray? What stray? I look around for strays. “Come on, we’re allowed to bring you.” Hana reaches for my hands. Realisation dawns on me. “Oh,” I say. “I’m the stray?” They press their lips together, and I frown, offended. But they weren’t wrong. It’s better to be labeled a stray than a rogue.

I muttered as breath fogged around me. Brandon wanted my blood. Amanda wanted him. And I was left with nothing. My ruby ring from Mom flickered. Everything was a cruel joke. Tears burned, streaking down my face. A soft whimper cut through the silence. Charlie, my tri-colored stray, padded out of the shadows, his black-white-brown fur mussed. Alarica, the fuzzy gray German shepherd, trailed behind him, her sharp eyes scanning the dark. “You two,” I rasped, my throat raw and thick from crying. “Why do you even stick around a loser like me?”

Stray Dog then coldly replied, “Don’t be naive, Harvey York. Did you really think that I won’t thoroughly investigate this? “My brothers are all retired soldiers from Country J. Even though they aren’t Kings of Arms, every single one of them is a titan among men! “So what if Tyson can fight? He can’t beat this many men! “Did you really think that he’s the God of War?! “Even if the God of War came, we have people on the same level to deal with him! “Besides, it wouldn’t matter to us whether Ethan and Tyson live or die. “We’re planning to kill you, Prince York. When you die, there will be nobody to govern Buckwood, maybe even South Light. When that happens, this place will be ours!” Stray Dog

"Good morning Doctor, I'm Ivan, and this is my dog Neo." "Good morning, Hi Neo, how are you today, boy?" I reach for the beagle dog and pet him for a while. "So, based on the chat, you briefly explain to Ivan that Neo, your dog, rarely wants to walk outside, rarely wants to eat, and loves to stay in the corner of your room all day. Is that true?" Ivan gives me a sad smile, "Yes, Doctor, Neo was a stray dog before I got him into adoption, and the adoption center for dogs officer told me once that Neo is also an abused dog."

The military dogs bunched together, standing their ground against Summer's intimidation. Hayley shook her head at the standoff. She walked over and put a hand on Summer. "Let them go." "Woof!" Summer barked back, indignant, as if reminding Hayley that they had eaten her food for free. "Good dogs don't need to be tied down," Hayley said softly, rubbing Summer's head. She opened the gate and let the strays through. The pack gave her one grateful look before sprinting off. Even the badly injured one that Hayley had spent system points to save hobbled away, carrying a full piece of beef.