The Terrifying Realization
Mark’s chest tightened. He had brushed off the dog as a nuisance, but now the truth hit him like a cold wave: the animal hadn’t been trying to attack them. It had been trying to warn them.
Whatever — or whoever — was in that truck wasn’t supposed to be there. And judging by the way the figure froze when noticed, it wasn’t good news.
Daniel grabbed his phone, fumbling to call for help, while Mark instinctively grabbed a tire iron from near the pump. But the dog moved first, charging at the truck with a ferocity that neither man had expected. It barked, snarled, and scratched at the step of the vehicle, keeping the figure pinned inside.
From the shadows, a low curse spilled out, followed by the sound of hurried movement.
