Stray Dogs Characters Novels & Stories

Maddox has problems when it comes to his emotions-bipolar to be exact. "Look at the bright side-no wait, there isn't a bright side Bree. Maddox has problems. He'd rather stay on his own all day than hang around a bunch of people-into which he calls imbeciles." I nod. She's right, Maddox called Alpha's stupid. "Charll, we have a problem," Alex panics. "What is it?" I ask him. "Maddox's on the loose! He's going wild!" Christian yells.

I yelled "The dog even know you're not a good girl " The stranger finally said I make a pout then I glared at the dog but it continue barking "Chim stop " he said and the dog stopped barking "Hey what do you want with me?? Why did you take me away from my parents and family?? Why did you bring me here?? I yelled but he just ignore me as he walked directly to the dining and pour himself a drink I followed him and shot him a glance

“I beat you two again. Why on earth did it take you guys a day longer to get back?” “Well, we could tell you, but it would be better to simply show you,” Dante said, gesturing for me to come forward, and I shyly did. This Carl person sized me up with his inquisitive eyes. “Where’d you pick up this stray this time?” “She was running away from the Waning Moon, found her when we were on our way back, and I figured what the heck, what’s one more addition to our pack?”

“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 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.

“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