Stray Dogs Meaning Novels & Stories

“Will there be a second date, though?” Emma shrugged. “We’ll see.” She looked at him. “So what do you have for me case-wise?” Camille rushed to the shelter, carrying Emily. There was a long line of people waiting outside. She swallowed, fearing she may not get a room. It wasn’t long until she was proven right as the doors were closed. She sighed and walked away with her daughter. Typically, they would find a semi-private place to sleep in, but she never felt safe those nights. She thought about it for a moment and realized she didn’t feel safe most nights. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the address she’d been given. All her upbringing had taught her not to trust strangers, but sh

Strays will target them and try to kill them. Strays....the ones I heard the three talking about the other day. From the knowledge that the moon goddess has granted me, strays are humans who have been turned to werewolves, but has defects. Humankind and the werekind are supposed to live their lives as humans or werewolves and trying to defy that fact is simply wrong. Strays have rogue-like characteristics, but they are controlled by one person. Who and why he is doing this, we absolutely have no idea and that's simply the reason why we're here.

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.

Panicking, James called out once more, "Mel! If… If I hadn't done what I did back then, would it be me with you and our child at the supermarket today? "Would we have been like we said before—loving each other devotedly and growing old together?" I paused in my steps. Then, I smiled and shook my head. "James, there are no what-ifs in this world." With that, I walked away without looking back. Evan was arguing animatedly with our son in the distance. Smiling, I walked toward them, heading back to the happiness that was firmly in my grasp. (The End)

Beach inquired. "Ali and I found some strays-" "Strays?" Beach asked, confused. That was a term rarely used on the Outcasts since they never crossed the borderlines and got into the city but if ever they did then they were considered Strays and killed on sight. But, why Sage seemed concerned about these Strays beats him. Sage read his thoughts and she quickly shook her head and began speaking again. "They aren't Outcasts but visitors in the city who had flaws."

"So you'd know if someone like a were was in the area and was . . . what's the word, a lone wolf?" Renata nodded. "We call them strays at that point, but yeah. Why?" "Something Sebastian said. I kind of doubted it, but --" "What was it?" "The whole morning star thing. Seeing as there's a lot of faerie disappearances down in Lacroix's area, he was wondering if Lacroix might be involved. But it'd be a great way to find 'components' wouldn't it? I mean, imagine a stray comes into the area . . . someone who wouldn't be missed."

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.

Katy takes a few steps away and then turns back, realizing I'm not following her. "What you waiting for, Stella?" "The dogs." These places always have big ferocious dogs hanging around ready to take a bite out of your leg and make your head a chew toy. Katy gives me a weird look and then turns. "No dogs." How can they not have dogs? What respectable bicycle gang surrounded by a metal fence doesn't have a pack of wild hungry dogs to keep them safe? It's like they aren't even trying to keep up with the stereotypes.

"Keeping an illegal breed without a leash? The owner should be jailed too!" That very day, Willow had just given birth when she came across the news. Tears streamed down her face, making Hunter's heart ache unbearably. "What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?" "Hunter, I… I just feel so sorry for the dog. Renee used it to fight for your attention, and now she's making it take the blame. They even broke its leg… It's so cruel… "They found it at an abandoned factory, which means it was a stray. A stray dog is like a child without a mother—no one to speak up for it."

My brother’s only duty was to get our mother and me to safety. The outsiders are those stray wolves who don’t belong to a pack or who have been cast away. But rumor has it that someone is bringing them together to form a pack—an empire of their own. They have been claiming lands and killing their Alphas, but when they attacked our land, they left the moment my father died.