“I’m right here.”
Thor’s eyes, wild and desperate, locked onto Ethan’s blind but steady gaze. He whined, a high-pitched sound that tore at the heart. But the handlers advanced, the loops of their catch-poles swinging ominously. Thor snapped, not at Ethan, but at the metal pole inches from a handler’s wrist.
Clang.
Teeth met metal. The room erupted as continue reading …
