As dawn broke over Fenwood’s horizon, the small group made their way back. Marcus carried Luna onto Mr. Thompson’s truck, the pup exhausted yet safe. On the ride out, they passed sunlit reeds and motionless water, which looked deceptively peaceful after the chaos of the night.
Finally, Marcus stood at the outskirts of the wetlands, heart pounding from relief rather than fear. Officers thanked him for his cooperation, promising to keep in touch. Mr. Thompson gave them a warm goodbye, a short nod that spoke volumes of respect forged through adversity.