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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.

It was all about distracting my beast, quenching his thirst with blood & keeping his mind off that ‘stray’. My beast seems annoyed at me referring to her as ‘stray’, as per him she belongs right under us, squirming beneath us in pleasure. I had to agree that was an enticing thought, but I stop myself right there trying to get the wayward thoughts under control and focus on more important things than that Stray.

Sniffing the air, I immediately knew who the scent belonged to. A stray dog? I almost chased after the sound, but I didn’t have much time to act because six stray dogs appeared in front of me, smiling through their teeth while their dark eyes stared at me from head to toe.

"You’re sure about this?" Gideon asked, stepping onto the platform. "These aren't exactly 'people you can reason with,' Eloise. These are strays. They’ve been living on rat meat for months. You try to pet a stray, you usually lose a finger." "I'm not trying to pet them," I said, my voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling. "I'm offering them a path." I walked forward. I could smell them. They were huddled in the maintenance tunnels.

he asked. “I am already busy doing something else. Being an Alpha of a broken pack will do nothing but be a huge hinderance to me,” Ellie continued, piquing some interest. “You’re already busy with something else?” Jengo questioned. “What’s that?” William followed. “Something neither of you nor anyone in this pack could ever understand, I’m sure. For after all, why should anyone even bother to know what a stray would be doing? That is, so long as they aren’t doing anything that could involve their pack,” Ellie simply retorted.

Thus, she was able to put so much distance between her and the assassins. At that moment, a pack of stray dogs started barking at her loudly. Their barks soon shifted into low-pitched growls, their eyes shining maliciously. It was then Violet spotted a bitch giving birth a short distance away. Whenever dogs gave birth, they would never allow any strangers to get close to them. For strays, this principle was especially crucial. Violet took a deep breath. The rotten stench gushed up her nostrils right away, causing her to cough in discomfort.

Her text read, "Hey girl. Sorry I've been ghosting you… Vance and I have been a little busy. He's magnificent by the way (I'll have to tell you all the deets). Would you want to come catch up? The stray compound has an amazing indoor pool with a fantastic view. You should come see it!" Lucy was thrilled she could see her friend again. She texted back right away and started to clean up the table after finishing her coffee. She was looking forward to talking with Sara. Perhaps Sara could give her advice on the topic of mates. ***** Later that morning, Lucy pulled up to the stray compound realizing this was her first time visiting Gabriel's home. From what she understood, the strays who had bee

‘Now that's my type of rhythm. The ride continued for another couple minutes before I reached my destination. By the time I pulled up, the air had already soured. I could smell them before I saw them. Sweaty, impatient, entitled in all the worst ways. Strays and Rogues usually had that distinct stench to them. Not because of poor hygiene, but because of their nature, it was simply off… and filled with desperation. They were milling around like thugs at a poorly organized protest. About twenty of them on sight. Most were mid shift and the rest fully shifted. Revealing fangs, claws, glowing eyes. You name it, all as a show of power.

Stark chuckled, the sound making my heart flutter then went ahead to carry the tray of bacon sandwich. “You need to eat.“ he says placing the tray on my lap. I smile shyly. “Thanks.“ My attempt at eating took time, not wanting to rush myself in fear of nausea and the neverending gaze of Stark's eyes was on me all the while. He had hardly moved as I ate, a sigh leaves his lips as he explained what a rogue was. “They are lone wolves.“ he began. “Rebels and without a pack, either kicked out or ran away from their pack to live on their own in the wild. They are usually dangerous and threats to packs.“ He exhaled loudly and pauses.

My soul now yearned for someone, the girl was to be my mate. If she was being hunted, then she was probably a stray. Stray wolves are wolves that had been abandoned by their pack, either because their pack had been wiped out or because they had committed a crime and were labelled as a traitor. Whichever one it was I knew that if she was being tracked by Hunters then sending out a public search for her would only bring the wolves that Hunted her closer to their target. I need to find her in a way that wouldn’t attract much attention.