Closing in
Then came the sound she dreaded—claws tapping pavement. Abby froze, twisting her head. One dog had already finished eating and was returning, eyes locked on her.
More followed, leaving scraps behind. Her pulse spiked as barking erupted again, sharp and insistent. She had seconds before the pack surrounded her once more, her window of opportunity slamming shut.
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