Peeking through a gap in the shack’s wall, his heart lurched. Figures moved inside, shadows cast by a flickering lantern. Raccoons deposited their loot at the humans’ feet. Marcus’s skin prickled at the baleful choreography unfolding. Luna had been taken by these raccoons, but under whose orders?
He realized charging in was risky, yet Luna was somewhere within, terrified and alone. Thoughts warred in his head: if he confronted the criminals, would he be outnumbered and armed only with desperation? Finally, adrenaline and love for Luna eclipsed fear. He sidled along the wall, seeking a vantage point.