Stray Dogs Characters Novels & Stories

It took another week before Purity was up and moving on her own. Libidi and Pru weren’t around the house much as they worked at STRAYTIS for Lasci, who was ready to get things back to normal. He hadn’t heard or felt the stranger that had visited last week but was on guard, keeping a close eye on Purity.

Instead, a stranger was standing in front of her. He wears the entire Met team uniform. An orange-green bottle cap was worn backwards on his head, where some of the tightly locked blond locks had escaped. He wears a Met shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He kept an orange leash on his arm, and then she saw the Old Yeller sitting right next to him with a rather serious expression that showed he wasn't some stupid hybrid. The dog wore a colorful Met scarf around its neck. One of its ears folded down where it had been damaged. Its tail is still not wagging. But his eyes no longer contained the haunting look she used to see in her traumatized dog. Leaning in front of the dog's legs was a cardboard box

He was as full of himself as ever. I couldn't be bothered to spar with him. "And if I say no?" A trace of irritation crossed his face, and just as he opened his mouth to say more, Karina's voice had already climbed higher. "Layla, you think dressing up like a decent person makes you fit to stand with us? Don't forget the filthy things you've done! You deserve to be thrown out like a stray." "Steward, a stray's wandered into the hall. Deal with her, quickly, before she soils the Thorne family's dignity."

It was an orangy-yellow mutt with a fox-like muzzle. It must have been quite an infestation because the whole time she was watching, the dog hardly stopped trying to scratch its coat with its back legs. She also noticed the poor thing only had one eye. It seemed like the other one had been lost in a fight with another dog or from abuse by a human because of the elongated scar left behind. The quick rest stop turned into a longer break as Emily tried to find out more about the dog. According to the gas station attendant and some of the local people from the village, the dog didn't belong to anyone. They also pointed out three other dogs who were strays.

I’d been forgotten in hell. The other inmates called me “the stray nobody wanted”. Violence was their sport; filthy words were their weapon. “Still lying about being Alpha’s lover? How come he never visits?” Their laughter echoed off the walls as fists rained down on me. “You think you could be a Luna? Wake up! You’re a stray dog. Say it!” Curled up on the floor, bleeding and crying, I whispered, “I’m sorry… I’m a stray dog. I don’t deserve Alpha… I won’t love him again…”

I needed to find a way, any way, before the plague took what I had no right to claim and had wanted with my whole life anyway. But the pack was going crazy. The smaller packs were being eradicated, wiped out one bloodline at a time, their territories left silent. And there were the rumors. Talk drifting up from the southern borders of a man, a stranger, half a prophet and half a madman, standing on the edges of ruined villages and calling out to the survivors. Join me, or suffer. That was what they said he told them. Join me, or rot like the rest. I knew it could be Tyson. But it also couldn’t be. He was dead. He had to be dead.

He motioned the person to speak. Ah! I celebrated too soon..! Charlotte thought to herself. “Why should we let a stranger become a part of our pack when we have no obligation to do so?” Charlotte turned her head towards the voice and saw an old lady standing to her right, a few rows behind her. “The Blue Orchid pack has always been kind and compassionate towards those who need our help. Charlotte needs help! We all know that wolves can’t survive alone and it’ll be especially difficult for her if we leave her all alone to find a pack.” Azraiel spoke, his voice respectful but hard.

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”

Or do werewolves eat dogs too. "I think I saw him heading into the training ground"The stranger she asked about charlie said. Relieved she thanked him and went in search for him. That spoiled little animal... The training ground was not hard to find, immediately she got there she saw this large opening like a stage and she even saw their pack leader or was it pack warrior John. Trying her best not to draw attention to herself, she searched for Charlie and then she spots a woman. A woman walking towards her direction with Charlie in her hands with a disgusted expression on her face.

I got up to go down to the corner store to grab some food for it and it followed me behind from a distance. We return with some food which I'm not sure is the most pet hungry but the dog laps up and I chuckle at how he was eating it with so much vigor and I open the bag of chips I got from the store too. "So how did you become homeless and a stray?" The dog didn't bother answering it just shifted to a more comfortable position. "Well then, let me tell you how I became a stray and homeless. I fell in love with a boy with the most beautiful brown eyes." The dog barked and I chuckled.