Lukas’s breath caught in his throat. The dogs weren’t just barking at random—they were barking at the tree, as if trying to communicate something. The noise was relentless, as if the dogs were waiting for a response, calling out to something unseen. Lukas’s mind raced. What were they doing? Why were they doing this?
He shifted uncomfortably, trying to get a better view without disturbing the pack. His body ached from crouching, but he couldn’t look away. The dogs’ eyes were locked on the tree, their bodies tense, waiting for something. Lukas felt the eerie tension in the air, a thick fog of mystery that made the hair on his neck stand up.