Trevor Henderson Anxious Dog Novels & Stories

Henderson is the cool alpha, and he takes care of everything. world that needs help,” Trey tells me, patting my arm. - You do not need to be afraid. “You're kind, Trey,” I reply in a forced voice. “It's nice to meet you. “We'll be friends when you're better,” he says and lowers his voice. “The forbidden god told me. I frown, wondering who the hell he's talking about, but I don't have time to ask when Henderson and Saffron come back to me. Henderson waves to Saffron and she puts an arm around Trey, forcing him toward the stairs and up them.

“Why did you follow me?” “Just to make sure you don’t do something rash…like this,” Trevor says quietly but firmly, his bright eyes grounding me, and I hate how calm and in control of his emotions he is. “You wanted to keep a leash on your dog, you mean?” I hear Kristy say, and I turn to her again. I didn’t think the look I gave Trevor could intensify, but somehow, it does. Everything in me is pushing to launch at her again, but that was a moment of weakness I refuse to give into again.

“She’s a great teacher; prepared us well for the next few years of law school—but she’s still one scary-ass lady!” “You’re confusing me, Andy—am I supposed to be scared of her? Or impressed?” “Be very afraid!” Andy shouted. “I know that you’ve faced many a scary criminal in your career, but she’s different. The Beast was also gunning for this position, Evan. She’ll be your worst enemy if you take the job!” He gave one final attempt to dissuade his brother.

Randi leaned back against the wooden chair beside her and turned to the man in black in front of her, "What are you doing with Emma tied up?" Tiger threw the tied-up Emma on the couch, Emma was so scared that she kept crying, but her mouth was covered and she couldn't cry too loudly. "Where's the dog?" Tiger was cold and murderous as he closed in on Randi. "I don't know what you're talking about" Randi wasn't the least bit flustered, dragging his chair with him as he moved toward the couch, "You want more than just the dog, don't you." As an old butler who had been with Hahn Sr. for decades, he had seen too much to know at this point that he absolutely could not panic.

Davien nudged Ansel warningly, but I could only chuckled, rolling my eyes to another direction as if Cain was invisible to me, even though he was standing right in front of me. He wears his usual mischievous and sickening grin as he chews a gum loudly, his hands packed in his pocket. “I can’t believe that bitch was right. And this only shows the reason why you were able to hide from me all these months. Congratulations.” “I think I heard a dog barking in the distance,” I glared at Cain, my anger, hatred, resentment, resurfacing like a fuse, “Right, Ansel?” “Yes, and this one doesn’t have a tail, neither a collar nor an owner. Just a stray, a total eyesore.”

“You know, Trevor, you’re like a dog. Always following Elaine around, no matter where she goes. Don’t you have any shame?” My heart sank at Tristan’s words. I wanted to defend Trevor, to tell Tristan he had no right to speak like that. But before I could say anything, Trevor gently touched my arm, stopping me. He turned to Tristan with a calm smile that caught me off guard. “Yeah, maybe I am Elaine’s dog,” Trevor said confidently. “But at least dogs are loyal, unlike some wolves I know.”

Offended by the threat, Vivian snaps his jaw shut and barks out loudly, "That is far too much! Tade did not claw the Henderson boy on purpose during the border training match! Plus, our clan has already compensated the Henderson line with millions of resources and hired the best medicine wolves from the south... What more do those dogs want from our house? The Henderson boy is just unlucky and weak. It has been two winters since the fight—and they are still making massive trouble for our name. They are clearly just trying to squeeze more resource drafts out of our vaults!" Elder Jabari turns his sharp, ancient eyes straight toward Vivian, his voice dropping into a dangerous growl. "Watch you

Asher ignored him and scrolled through messages on his phone as he ate. "Are you okay?” I asked Ralph. He shook his head. "I just wanna do it and get done with school tomorrow. I'm so freaking nervous.” Asher paused his meal and looked up at Ralph this time like he had said something stupid. That was when I noticed Ralph's hands were trembling. “Tell me. Did you do something stupid in London?" Asher narrowed his gaze at him. “I don't know you to have anxiety disorder." “It’s not that.” Ralph pulled his chair backwards and stood up. He went to his room, slamming the door hard.

"But you won't be leading it. Because if you’re still standing on our soil in ten seconds, I’m going to show you exactly why they call us predators." The sheer weight of the two brothers—the Alpha and his Beta—finally cracked Henderson’s shield of arrogance. He saw the shift in their eyes, the way the shadows behind them seemed to lengthen and sharpen. With a final, hissed curse, he turned and scrambled into his sedan, the tires screaming as he fled down the driveway. Fennigan slammed the front doors, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the house. Veda moved instantly toward the study door. The air coming from the room felt oily and sour, a physical manifestation of Henderson’s greed.