The storm hit with brutal violence that evening, torrential rain lashing against the glass while thunder shook the foundation of the house. Max’s anxiety reached a terrifying fever pitch. He threw his immense weight against the front door, his claws frantically gouging the wood. Chloe rushed forward, wrapping her arms around his massive chest to pull him back, but the frantic giant refused to stop.
Desperate to calm him, Chloe wondered if his favorite puppy plushie had accidentally been left outside on the porch, causing his sudden distress. Keeping a tight grip on his collar, she carefully cracked the heavy front door open to check the dark porch. It was a mistake.
With explosive, massive strength, Max twisted violently out of her grasp, slipped through the narrow opening, and bolted straight into the blinding downpour. Chloe screamed his name, sprinting out onto the flooded driveway, but he was already gone. He was a towering blur vanishing down the dark street. A human stood absolutely no chance of catching him.