I NEVER KNEW HE WAS A DOG UNTIL I GAVE BIRTH TO OUR SON

EPISODE 1


“I had no idea he was half human… half dog.”

A young girl screamed in tears as she gave birth to a child with soft fur on his arms and tiny claws instead of fingernails.
The baby cried, but his voice wasn’t normal. It sounded like a low growl—deep and disturbing.

“I never saw it coming,” Naya whispered. “He was always covered in oversized clothes. We never went out together. We only met at his house, always behind closed doors.”

She stared into the distance, remembering how her strange relationship with Miguel began.

Miguel had always been… different.

But he was kind, protective, strong-willed. A perfect gentleman.

He never stopped warning Naya about a certain path near the village cornfields. She thought he was just paranoid.

One day, as she left her job at a small restaurant after receiving her monthly salary, Miguel followed her quietly. He had sensed something.

That restaurant was often visited by a dangerous gang who preyed on innocent workers on payday. No one ever dared report them—they vanished before the police could act.

Miguel was a regular at the restaurant. He came once a week, always ordering roasted chicken soaked in spicy sauce. He never added sides, never removed his gloves while eating. No one questioned it—it was strange but he paid well.

“Would you like fried plantains or rice with that, sir?” Naya had once asked.

He smiled gently. “No, my dear. Just the chicken.”

Still, something about him was… off.
He always wore gloves. He never touched anything barehanded. He never smiled fully. His eyes—deep brown—held a certain animal sharpness.

Naya remembered the fateful day clearly. She had just received her salary. She was excited. She had no boyfriend, and her self-esteem had been low—many of her peers had often mocked her appearance. That night, she felt a spark of hope… perhaps her time had come.

She didn’t know that the two men sitting in the corner of the restaurant belonged to a secret criminal ring led by a faceless, nameless man. No one had ever seen his face. Even when members of the gang were caught, they would rather die than reveal his identity.

The mysterious leader was feared and respected, even by the worst criminals in Dambai. Whispers said he had a powerful ally—someone with high status, wealth, and public respect. But all of it built on stolen money.

As Naya walked home through a quiet path, she heard footsteps behind her. When she turned, her heart froze.

A familiar face approached—he looked panicked. As she tried to run, another man stepped in front of her, trapping her.

“Hand over your money!” he barked.

“Please… It’s my only salary. I need it to take my sick uncle to the hospital,” she pleaded.

He snatched her purse.

Suddenly, a thunderous voice echoed from the nearby cornfield.

“Give her back the purse… and leave.”

A tall figure walked out of the shadows—hands in pockets, dark shades on. It was Miguel.

“And who the hell are you?” one of the men growled.

“I’m nobody. Just give her the purse and go.”

They didn’t listen.

But what happened next, Naya would never forget. Miguel fought like a lion—swift, strong, and silent. It was as if he had four fists. He even bit one of them, causing the man to scream in pain.

The robbers ran, terrified, swearing revenge.

From that day, Miguel became Naya’s silent protector. He escorted her home each night. When the gang showed up again at the restaurant, Miguel was there, always watching, always ready.

She began to trust him. Then to need him.
His presence comforted her. His quiet strength attracted her.

One night, after a terrifying encounter, he stayed at her place. One thing led to another.
And that was how it started.

But she never saw him without his dress on. He always had gloves, socks… and his strange scent—earthy, wild—filled the room.

She thought love had finally found her.

Until the baby came.

At first, everything seemed fine. But by six months, the child began to grow strange fingernails—thick and claw-like. He growled when upset. He scratched the bed, sometimes even Naya, unintentionally hurting her. He didn’t play with cats—he chased them. Like prey.

Fear gripped her.

She wrapped her son one night and went to Miguel’s house. She couldn’t hide anymore. Neighbors were already whispering. She needed answers.

Miguel welcomed her. He looked calm… almost relieved.

As she stepped into his home, holding her child tightly, Naya whispered:

“Who are you really?”

EPISODE 2


Miguel told me, “Just go to the fridge and take whatever you like. You know I have my own kind of preferences—they’re a little different.”

When I checked his fridge, I found only fresh milk, yogurt, and canned cooked fish. So I confronted him:

“Miguel, what exactly are you?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Our son is not like other children. He makes strange growling sounds, and the neighbors must have heard him. His nails look unusual. Is that why you wear gloves and socks all the time?”

Then Miguel slowly removed his gloves. His fingers… looked more like those of an animal than a man. I wasn’t terrified, because those very hands had once saved me and protected me.

He said quietly, “I am one of the last of my kind. I don’t even know if others like me still exist. We’re a rare people—just like there are different human groups—but with certain features of a dog. You could call me a ‘dogman.’ I can see clearly at night, and I can sense hidden danger. I know the secret criminals in this town.

“But I’m being hunted. If he finds out I exist, he will try to destroy me—just like he did to my brother. And he’s still searching for anyone else like me.”

“Is that why you’re always so secretive?”

“Yes. And those men who’ve been after you since the day I defended you—they’re his men. He knows them, but they don’t know him. That’s why they’re always released quickly whenever the police arrest them. He is behind so much of the crime here.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“So you can protect our son. He must never see that man. That man practices dangerous crimes. If he sets eyes on Joakim, the boy’s reaction will reveal the truth about him. Then he will come for Joakim.”

The son’s name was Joakim.

Miguel knew that if Joakim saw this man, he would react instinctively. As a toddler, he couldn’t yet hide his emotions or sense of danger. Miguel advised her to always keep Joakim’s hands and feet covered because the man had eyes and ears everywhere.

“Who is this man that nobody seems to know?”

“Promise to keep this secret. He’s the one behind the crimes here. The few honest police officers left are still trying to unmask him.”

“I need to know, Miguel. I can’t protect our son unless I know who to watch out for.”

“His name is Ochima.”

“What? The mayor of this town?”

“Yes. He became mayor to hide his true self.”

“So it’s been him all along…”

“Yes, it’s always been him.”

Suddenly she understood why the mayor could order arrests and make people disappear from the public eye. The truth made Joakim’s strange behavior even more worrying.

Sometimes, when Joakim saw a cat, he would let out a deep, angry growl, scaring the animal away. Naya feared the neighbors might notice. To protect him, she began planning a way to hide his unusual traits, even if it meant doing something she didn’t like.

One night, Joakim fell ill. she had no choice but to rush him to the hospital. In the emergency ward, he was too weak to make any noise. But later that night, after intensive care, he began to recover.

Across from him, on another bed, lay an elderly woman. When Joakim saw her face as she sat up, he became terrified. He started groaning and making strange sounds. she tried to calm him.

By the next morning, the woman had passed away. Rumors spread that she had been involved in dark, harmful practices that had turned against her. People whispered, but his mom kept her thoughts to herself. sh knew her son was different.

His reaction had drawn too much attention in the hospital. She couldn’t tell who might be a threat to him. So, as soon as he was strong enough, she convinced the doctor to give us his medication so she could leave immediately.

They went home, but danger was never far.

The next night, she heard voices outside—men from the mayor’s group were moving through the neighborhood. They were asking questions at every door:

“We heard there’s a child here who makes strange growling sounds and even scares animals?”

Her heart pounded. She was certain someone had pointed them toward her house. She quickly hid Joakim and made sure he was asleep. Then she sat in the living room, pretending everything was normal, while her son slept peacefully, unaware of the danger.

She prayed silently, hoping they would pass them by.

But then—there was a heavy knock at my door.

EPISODE 3

The loud knock on the door made Naya’s heart skip a beat.
“Is someone in there?” a harsh voice called.
It was the mayor’s boys. They banged on the wooden door again, and her hands trembled. She quickly grabbed the “surprise” she had purchased a week ago—a small poppy dog she kept indoors—and brought it close to the door.

That little dog had become Joakim’s constant playmate. More importantly, it was her perfect disguise. She feared that if anyone noticed the unusual traits her son had inherited from his father, questions would start flying. And if Mayor Ochima discovered the truth, he would want to know who Joakim’s father was—a truth that could put both her and her child in danger.

Naya had never been the center of attention in her small town. Her peers often whispered that she wasn’t as attractive as other women—perhaps because she was reserved and never flirted openly with men. But Miguel had seen something in her that others didn’t, and against all odds, he chose her.

Those memories flashed in her mind as she unbolted the door.

“What is taking so long?” a gruff voice barked. She took a deep breath, turned the knob, and opened the door just slightly.
“Yes, can I help you?” she asked politely.

Before she could react, a low growl came from inside. The tall man outside pushed the door suddenly, making her stumble and almost fall.
“Please… gentle,” she pleaded, her voice shaking.

The man’s eyes scanned the room as though expecting to see something unusual. He had been sent to find a “strange” boy rumored to have been taken to the hospital days ago—someone with traits no ordinary child should have. Instead, what he saw was a small poppy dog, standing protectively beside its mistress, barking fiercely at him.

“A neighbor says she hears noises like a dog from inside your house,” the man said suspiciously. “We’ve been searching for a child… a boy with unusual features. They say he’s abnormal and that such a child could bring bad luck to this town.”

Naya forced a light chuckle. “Strange? Oh no, sir. I just bought this puppy. I keep it indoors so it can get used to the house.”

“Can I check inside?”
“No problem, sir,” she replied.

But after hearing her explanation and seeing the little dog, the man decided not to enter, but didn’t finally go in convinced that it was just a poppy. Naya’s quick thinking had worked—the puppy was her shield, hiding Joakim’s strange habits until he was old enough to understand the danger he was in.

What Naya didn’t know was that Mayor Ochima was relentless. He had been hunting for any child with unusual traits, determined to eliminate them. In truth, he was no savior of the town as he pretended to be—he was its greatest threat. His goal was to erase anything or anyone who could expose his dark secret.

Miguel, Joakim’s father, was not an ordinary man. His appearance was mostly human, but his senses were as sharp as a hunting dog’s. His nails were pointed, his instincts animal-like. He preferred meat, especially cooked, but also loved milk and yogurt. Joakim had inherited much of this. When he began crawling, he would sniff food before eating. By the time he was a year old, he adored eggs—boiled or fried.

The mayor ordered his secretary to review all recent birth records, calculating that the child in question was no more than two years old. His men went from house to house, pretending to check on newborns and deliver small gifts on behalf of the “kind” Lord Mayor of Dambai. Villagers praised him for his care, not realizing it was a trap.

Days passed. The search turned up nothing.
“Sir, there is no child with dog-like nails or fur,” his men reported.
Mayor Ochima frowned. He could feel that the child still existed. His instincts told him the boy was near, and that made him furious.

“Search the hospitals,” he ordered coldly. “Look for any child born a year or more ago who was never registered. Compare every name you find to our list. If you find an unregistered child—bring me the details.”

One name stood out—Naya’s. She had avoided registering Joakim, afraid of drawing attention. She told Miguel in a trembling voice, “Our son isn’t safe.”

Miguel took her hands, his face grim. “We’ll keep hiding him… no matter what it takes.”

But deep inside, Naya knew it was only a matter of time before the mayor’s shadow fell on their home.

EPISODE 4

The mayor’s informant moved from hospital to hospital, pretending that the council was simply trying to find out how many children had not yet been registered for birth certificates. In truth, they were hunting for the parents of a particular child — the one who had the unusual signs the mayor was so desperate to find.

After days of quiet investigation, they returned with a list of parents whose children were registered at hospitals but had no record at the council. Naya’s son was on that list.

The group, disguised as council officials, used one man’s familiar face — someone often seen at the council premises — to gain trust. They went door to door, knocking politely, then pressing their way in once suspicion was lowered.

When they finally reached Naya’s home, she froze. She had been certain she had escaped their attention. This time, they didn’t bother with small talk or questions. They walked right into her house and lifted her baby from her arms.

“Why has this child not yet been registered at the council? We understand his first name is Joakim,” the man asked, looking her straight in the eye.

“Yes, sir,” she replied cautiously.

He put on his glasses and studied the baby’s tiny face carefully. She could see a flicker of recognition in his eyes — he knew exactly what he was looking at. But he kept his tone calm, as if nothing was unusual.

“May I speak to you outside?” he said.

When he returned moments later, his voice was still calm, but his words carried weight. “I see that the baby’s father’s name is Miguel. Who is Miguel?”

She hesitated. “Sorry, sir?”

“I mean the child’s biological father,” he pressed.

“He… he was a stranger I met one night at the town square,” she admitted.

“Where can we find him?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“You don’t know the man who fathered your child?” He stepped closer, his tone firm. “Find him. Tell him we need his presence at the council. If he doesn’t show up, he risks losing his son. And don’t try leaving town with the baby. We have eyes everywhere.”

She clenched her fists. “If I can’t leave town, how am I supposed to find him?”

“That’s your problem,” he replied coldly.

As he spoke, Joakim let out a low, throaty growl — strange for a baby, but it didn’t surprise them. They already knew the signs they had come for.

Naya’s heart pounded. She understood the danger now — her life, Miguel’s, and Joakim’s were all at risk. If she didn’t warn Miguel soon, they would trap him. But she couldn’t risk leading them to him.

That night, she wrapped her baby tightly and headed to the restaurant where she worked. She came up with a plan — the only safe way to warn Miguel was if he showed up as an ordinary customer. No direct contact, no suspicious glances. Just a message passed quietly, without anyone noticing.

The next day, she worked with her eyes constantly on the door, praying he would come. Every time she returned from the kitchen, her gaze went straight to his favorite seat — the one he always chose if it was empty.

Hours passed. Then, finally, he walked in. He sat in that same familiar spot. She told the manager a client had arrived, and was sent to take his order. She already knew what he would ask for.

“Welcome, sir,” she greeted formally.

“I’ve told you, stop calling me ‘sir,’” he smiled faintly.

“I will,” she said, “but should I bring you your usual?”

“Obviously.”

While serving his food, she slipped a small folded paper under the plate. As he ate, he discovered it, quickly unfolding it beneath the table.

It read:
“The mayor’s men came yesterday. They saw Joakim. I know they’re watching me. They wanted to know who his father is. Just act like any other customer here. Don’t stare at me.”

His jaw tightened as he read. Without hesitation, he crumpled the note and tossed it into a bucket of dirty water nearby, letting it dissolve completely.

Her warning had been received.

EPISODE 5

It was obvious to everyone who understood their kind — her son carried the bloodline of the dog race. Those who belonged to that hidden world knew the danger such a child posed to their secret. They were determined to eliminate the main threat first — his father — before coming for the boy.

Miguel had stayed hidden for years, living in the shadows, masking his true nature. But now, his son’s very existence threatened to expose him. The child’s features, his instincts, his unusual senses — they were all beginning to surface.

Miguel knew the danger was closing in. He also knew that if his enemies succeeded in taking his son, it would only be a matter of time before the boy’s life was destroyed. So he had no choice but to protect him, even if it meant risking his own.

From the beginning, Miguel and the boy’s mother had agreed to stay apart until their son was old enough to understand the truth — and strong enough to defend himself. But fate never asks for permission.

It was deep into the night when it happened. She was half-asleep when a sudden, loud BANG rattled the door. Before she could move, it burst open. The intruders didn’t waste words — they stormed in, their boots pounding against the wooden floor, and snatched her son from her arms.

“There is someone who needs to see the boy’s father,” one of them said coldly. “A woman claims you stole the baby from her years ago. Bring the father, and the boy will be returned. We only want to see him.”

Her cries filled the room, but they didn’t stop. Joakim — her baby — whimpered, then growled faintly in fear, his small fists clenching. But they carried him away without mercy.

Miguel heard what had happened. He knew the truth — this was no ordinary kidnapping. This was Ochima’s doing. Ochima never stopped hunting threats, and Miguel’s son was now high on his list.

Miguel’s first thought was to appear immediately. But he knew that the moment he showed his face, he would never return alive. Worse still, even if he gave himself up, Ochima would never let the boy live for long.

He needed time. Just enough to think, to plan.

His first idea was to approach a friend — someone who didn’t know the truth about him — and ask him to pose as Joakim’s father. But when he explained, his friend hesitated.

“What if they have a way of knowing I’m not the real father?” the friend asked.

Miguel’s heart sank. “You’re right,” he admitted. “Then I have no choice. I’ll have to face them myself… but tomorrow.”

That same evening, trying to quiet the storm in his mind, Miguel wandered into a small snack bar. Two adults sat at a corner table — a man and a young woman. Miguel instantly recognized the man. He was one of Ochima’s boys.

The man left the table briefly to place an order for chicken. Miguel took a sip of his drink, a bitter thought flashing through his mind: This might be my last drink on earth.

As he stood to go to the restroom, his heightened senses caught something unusual. The woman’s drink… there was something in it. A scent sharp and chemical, almost buried under the sweetness. It would put her into a deep, helpless sleep.

Without hesitation, Miguel walked to her table.

“Excuse me, pretty lady,” he said quietly.

She looked up, her eyes guarded. “Can I help you? I’m with someone, and he doesn’t like other men talking to me.”

“I’m not here to bother you,” Miguel replied. “I’m here to save you.”

Her brow furrowed. “Save me from what?”

“There’s something in your drink,” he explained. “If you finish it, you’ll wake up in a strange place, surrounded by strangers. Then they’ll make you call your father. I’m guessing your father is wealthy.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Yes… he is.”

“Then they’re after his money, not you,” Miguel said firmly.

She hesitated. “How do you know there’s something in my drink?”

“Switch your glass with his when he comes back,” Miguel told her. “You’ll see for yourself. Some things… I can smell and feel even if others can’t.”

When her companion returned, she played along, asking him casually, “What do you do for a living?”

“Why ask?” he responded, clearly irritated.

“You never talk about work.”

“It’s only been a week since we started dating,” he shrugged. “Why should I tell you everything?”

She smirked. “Well, we’ve known each other for a month. This might be our last date.”

His eyes narrowed. “Why last?”

“I feel sleepy,” she said, feigning a yawn. “I’ll need to go home and rest.”

“I’ll drive you,” he offered quickly.

“Let’s finish our drinks first,” she said sweetly.

Within an hour, his head began to droop. Then, slowly, he collapsed forward onto the table, sound asleep. The waitress tried to shake him awake, but he was unresponsive.

The woman turned to thank Miguel — but he was gone.

That was Ochima’s method. His men would pick a target — usually a young woman whose father was a powerful official or wealthy businessman. They would charm her with luxury cars, expensive gifts, and promises. If she revealed any information that could be used to extort money, they would exploit it.

If not, they would drug her and take her away. Then her father would receive a call, demanding money to a specific bank account.

But these accounts were ghosts — created with fake names, linked to no real identity. The moment funds were transferred, they were moved again, the trail wiped clean by Ochima’s connections in the banking system. By the time anyone tried to trace it, the account would be empty, and the name would vanish like smoke.

Miguel knew too well how dangerous these men were. And now they had his son. The clock was ticking.