around. “Zeus, c’mere, boy!”
The undergrowth swayed, and Keira felt a moment of dread – anything could be coming toward her. She backed up neared to the car, her hand on the door handle.
A black and tan face burst out of the bushes, froth clinging to his muzzle. Wide-eyed, the dog circled in front of her, pacing and eyeing the undergrowth on the opposite side of the road.
Keira reached out and grabbed his collar.
She looked up at a snap in the undergrowth, and then another, and another, leaves rustled as enormous bulk eased through the bushes. No way – it was coming for her. Legs trembling, Keira fell back, sagging against the car, the door handle still in her free hand.
They were done.
Suddenly coming to her senses, she...
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