Wade squinted into the dimness beyond the pines, seeing only a faint sway of branches, as if moved by a breeze that left no sound behind. A surge of dread rippled through him. Something was out there—something unnervingly still, watching.
The hairs on Wade’s neck prickled in warning, and though he saw no movement, he sensed they were no longer alone in the dark. “Easy, boy,” Wade murmured, stepping closer and giving the leash a gentle tug. Milo stood firm, hackles raised and ears pinned forward.