War Dog A Soldier's Best Friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This was how things went for me for years, anytime anything happened to me, which 98% of the time was always bad, (i just had luck like that ) I would end up at the waterfall, and almost like the wolf dog knew, he would always be there to make me feel better, and lick my wounds, and tears away. It was true comfort and consistency as this wolf dog as I called it, was my closets thing to a friend i had, he knew everything about me, every scar and tear… every story. The ones I would never tell anyone, but in my times of need, and there have been so many, he was always where I needed him to be, to listen and cuddle me into a safe coma of sleep once i got everything out. My beautiful waterfall,

I could tell she had a lot to say. “Evander was a great commander leading a large army in the west. He basked in the glory of the Moon Goddess. She blessed him with an important role in his pack and a mate that loved him dearly. I only heard her talk about her once. He said she was the most beautiful and sweet wolf he ever met.” I smiled at his words. “She was a warrior like him. They would do almost everything together. Train. Run. Fight. I could tell he truly loved her. Their life was perfect. That is until a huge war started with a rival pack. It was the worst they saw.”

I place a gentle hand on his shoulder, offering what little comfort I can amidst the chaos surrounding us. "Take your time," I urge, my voice softer now, but the urgency still evident. "Just breathe and tell me what you can." The soldier's eyes meet mine, a flicker of gratitude mixed with pain passing through his gaze. He takes a shallow breath, summoning the strength to recount the harrowing events that transpired within these walls. "A group of wolves... they stormed the safehouse," he manages to utter, his voice strained. "It... took them a while to break through, but they... they blasted the door. I don't know... how they knew the Queen was here."

When he emerged from his car, Wolf started to really bark at him, he never felt any prouder of his dog than he felt at that moment. “Alpha Kian, I suggest you keep your emotional support pet on a leash”Alpha Thane hissed, glaring at the dog in anger. He nodded towards one of his men, who came forward to step into the role of being his translator. He signed what he intended to say to Thane and his guard translated as he signed. “Wolf is very friendly, he only bites the enemies.”

“Our wolves are pack animals, and are protective of our pack, especially those weaker or smaller than us. I am both smaller, and weaker. It makes sense he would disagree with you hurting me. How has he been since this has happened to you?” “I….I’ve been blocking him. I don’t want to hear I told you so from him.” “I think you should talk to him. He may be more supportive of your situation than you think. He may also help you feel less alone. See our wolf is meant to be our best friend, closest companion, our cheerleader, our voice of reason, and the one we trust above all else.” “Oh. I….I never thought about that.” “What is your wolf’s name?” “Grant.”

I questioned, "Are they not stronger in wolf form?" “In our human form we have more range of defence, different weapons, and methods of fighting, as a wolf you got claws, teeth and your size. So, I train my soldiers to use wolves as a last resort to prevent injuries that could happen in a wolf's blind spot.” He explained as we headed out of the castle, the army gathered behind us and followed, as we marched to the Northern Border.

she thought inwardly, a faint smile forming on her lips. Finally. "Bark! Bark!" Sunny barked loudly, her tail wagging as she ran toward them. But instead of welcoming her— "Get away from here!" One of the soldiers snapped harshly, his voice filled with irritation. "You're still not dead, huh?" He clicked his tongue in annoyance before turning away from the dog completely. His gaze shifted toward a nearby hiding spot. "You all can come out now!" he shouted. "The area's clear enough. You're lucky you survived these past two days—I thought you'd all be dead by now."

The elite warriors recount their harrowing experiences, the battles fought not just against our enemies but against despair itself. A burly wolf named Thorn recounts a story of bravery. “I thought I’d never see you again, Alpha Flameheart,” he says, his voice booming. “When the skies darkened and the enemy closed in, it was the thought of our pack that kept me fighting.” “And me,” chimes in a younger wolf named Libra, her voice a mixture of excitement and reverence. “I remember how you led us through the woods, guiding us to safety. Your howl gave us strength.”

Inside, the air was thick with smoke, the smell of seal blubber, and the tension of men who killed for a living. When Jack pushed the heavy door open, the conversation stopped. Twenty men sat around rough-hewn wooden tables. They wore white camouflage, high-tech body armor, and carried weapons that cost more than most houses. The patch on their shoulders was a stylized white fox skull. At the center table sat Steiner. He was a massive German, bald, with a scar running through his left eyebrow. He was eating a raw steak with a combat knife. At his feet, four massive Alaskan Malamutes lay panting. These weren't pets; they were war dogs, their teeth capped with titanium, their eyes intelligent

The handful of rogues have joined several that must have been lying in wait in the valley. Where are our soldiers we sent ahead to scout? Did the rogues kill them? Our soldiers? Where did that come from? Well, they are my soldiers for the moment. They’re my team. And I know, based on the way the Alphas lead, that these troops are the finest anywhere. Jordan, Kent, and Wiley join my side as they catch up to me. Their wolves are impossibly magnificent, their tails waving proudly. All muscle, thick fur, and powerful bodies. They look striking against the night.