The Lost Pack
His weight is heavier than I expect.
I make a break for the house, running with rapid steps, ears straining for any sounds of movement. The wind carries the scent of wolves, of hunters, of danger. Every sense screams that we’re not alone, but I keep going. One foot in front of the other. The door is just ahead, and I leap, barely slowing, moving as fast as I can without dropping him.
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