His instincts screamed at him to get away, but something held him rooted to the spot. He couldn’t just leave Thunder out here, not after all he had been through. “Easy now, boy,” George murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes never left the shifting figure in the darkness. He wasn’t sure who—or what—he was talking to.
George’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding as he stared into the shadows. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, none of which could make sense of what he was seeing. Those eyes—low to the ground, bright and unblinking—stared back at him, watching.