Trevor Henderson Anxious Dog Novels & Stories

I could feel the violence vibrating under my skin. I pulled out my phone with shaking hands and dialed my therapist. "Hey, Dr. Hartley. You got a minute?" Twenty minutes of professional de-escalation later, the red mist finally cleared. "Miss Hale?" I turned. It was Dr. Smith from the pet hospital, the guy looking after Dash. He was cradling a fat, white fluffball of a Bichon. "Dr. Smith," I said, a polite smile finally reaching my face. I couldn't help it; the little dog was adorable.

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, ringing down the hall like a gunshot. My hands flew up, slapping over my mouth. Shit. Shit! What if Damien heard me? What if Jaxon comes storming out and they discover I've been eavesdropping? The dog barked again, circling me, tail wagging like a fan on steroids. His soft fur brushed against my leg as he nudged at me, whining. Carefully, frantically, I crouched, my hands shaking as I stroked his ears. “Shhh, big guy. Please. You’ll get me killed,” I whispered. My voice cracked as my fingers sank into his fur, softer than anything in this prison. “What’s your name, huh? Who do you belong to?”

He yells at me. “ Who the hell set a bear trap in our territory? That makes no damn sense.” I exclaim as I take off down the stairs behind Andy. Once we landed on the front porch of the pack house I automatically shifted into my wolf “Xander”. He has become very protective of Dani and he will rip someone’s head off when he finds out who hurt her. The closer that we get to Dani the more pissed off “Xander” becomes. Andy shifted into his wolf “Dakota” and you could tell just how he carried himself as he shifted that he was ready for war too if we found out who had set such a deadly trap on our lands.

If he did, then I was going to be in deep trouble. “Do you think he can handle the animal?” I asked, when I was safely on the large rock. ‘He’s trained for war. You should be worried about us, not him. He looks so mad that I think we should run.’ “Xander won't hurt me.” I said, watching the fight, with my face knitted in anxiety. I watched the panther leap at Xander with its jaws and claws outstretched. Xander held the panther’s neck with both hands, staggering backwards, as the panther lodged deep marks into his chest.

He nodded "It's not only that. That...dog, man. Why does the Mr. Hamilton guy need to have such a terrifying dog?" "It's Mr. Harrison!" Sarah, Beth and I yelled.

Scott declared and walked into Isabella’s apartment. “Hi, Mrs. Scott,” I greeted. “Hi, Henry.” Henry barked at Isabella to put him down, and he ran over to me. Henry jumped on the couch and wagged his tail, so I started petting him. “So your name is Zander?” Mrs. Scott asked. “Yes, ma’am,” I responded. “So polite too, Isabella,” she commented. “Sorry about Henry. Sometimes he’s too friendly for his own good.” “I have a dog back home,” I stated. “I love dogs. I really miss my dog.”

“You ever try to open my door again, and I’m calling the cops for attempted breaking and entering. You’re a lawyer, so you should know what that’ll do to you and your career.” I snorted through the sliver that the door was open, glaring at the weasel of a human. I don’t like him. I haven’t liked him since Xenia brought me home with her. He is not a good human. Trust me. Dogs know these things. Clay is a good human. We should see Clay. Clay would scare away this creep. “I thought you were in distress. And you should watch that dog of yours.” Trevor glared at me. “He’s always so aggressive toward me. If he bites me, I will call animal control.” He sneered.

It was a scary ass sound. "NO!" Caine shouted as he put up his hands. The mystery man froze in place and put his hands up, as his dog caught a sense of what was happening to his owner. The dog began to lower itself to the ground with its shackles stood up. He was showing his teeth and he was making a low growl. His eyes were locked on to Caine and he started to drool and foam at the mouth.

I said as I quickly petted the poor thing. Hayden’s brows knitted together, and a scowl graced his angelic features. It seemed like my warning only made him more irritated than before. “This dog probably doesn’t like me or something. It barked all the time when it was in the car with me and when I tried to touch it, it almost bit my fingers off. Dangerous little thing…” Hayden complained accusingly. “Really? He seems sweet and very docile. Are you sure that you didn’t do anything to it that it didn’t like?” I asked, not quite convinced at what Hayden was saying.

“Don’t worry about it, Rig. I mean, it’s sweet that you are worried. But he’s just freaking out. Give him a couple hours. As long as no more dogs show up, he’ll relax. He’ll be fine.” I almost choked on the irony of it all. “Oh, okay. Well, that’s a relief. He’s not eating though, do I need to—” “He won’t eat when he’s anxious. He just needs to relax. He’ll eat later when he’s calm.” “Oh. Okay.” “Thanks for checking, Rig. I’m looking for a place for him. I put notices on the boards and I called—” “You don’t have to do that, Cara. I told you, I’ll take care of him as long as you need. I like him!” I reached out and Beans hissed. I glared at him.