Strange pull
The dogs didn’t scatter or wander. They paced around the car, forming a shifting ring as if tied by an invisible tether. Tails stiff, ears pricked, eyes fixed on the vehicle—they never wavered.
Barking came in sharp bursts that echoed across the quiet street. Abby leaned closer, unsettled. They weren’t distracted. Their focus was absolute, as though something was drawing them in.
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