Miraculously, her instinct was right. As her headlights cut through the gloom of the industrial district, she spotted a familiar, towering silhouette standing right at the mouth of the abandoned warehouse alley. Max was waiting. The moment her car pulled up, the massive Great Dane leaped forward, frantically circling the front bumper in the glowing beam of her headlights.
Chloe slammed the car into park and threw open her door, rushing out into the freezing rain to usher him inside. But Max had other plans. Before she could grab his collar, he lunged forward and clamped his jaws firmly onto the heavy denim of her jeans.
Chloe gasped, a flash of fear piercing her chest as she thought he was attacking her. But he wasn’t biting down to break the skin. He was leaning back, pulling with immense, desperate strength, trying to drag her toward the darkness. Realizing he was begging her to follow, Chloe stopped resisting, and Max instantly released his grip, sprinting deeper into the alleyway.