was Thunder's jaws,

her small body broken

Old John's prized beast, ha

was m

then d

, li

a

g bolt upright.

ame faded paint on the railings of

r-in-law, standing there,

of the ch

un

" Old John's voice, gravelly and smug.

ath hi

Thunder. His blue merle coat, the int

nd, and strained against th

like

it me, sharp

severing the artery. The hot gush of blood. Me, f

a pretty penny. Lucas, Mark's brother, found him for me.

Thunder sat, but hi

eel of his fur, ma

ophia's scream

dogs," Old John said, a smirk playing on

hood incident with a neighbor's German S

in a cold sweat. I'd told Old John, pleaded with him, that dogs like Th

lau

amn dog, had unders

my then-husband Mark, he

re. Growls rumbled deep in his chest. Hi

ain a sharp jerk. "G

ounded to

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