The realization struck her like a thunderbolt. Dr. Wilson wasn’t a healer; he was a predator. He had exploited his position to scout shelters, targeting animals like Margo to fulfill the perverse desires of wealthy collectors.
Susan’s stomach churned with a mix of fear and fury as the grim truth unfolded. Images of Duke flashed vividly in Susan’s mind—his desperate clinging, frantic meows—he had known. Somehow, Duke had sensed the peril Margo was in.