Daniel’s stomach twisted as he took in the scene—the cages, the sickly dogs, the crude diagrams of “ideal” traits tacked onto the walls. His breath came fast, but he forced himself to stay quiet. What was this place? He reached for his phone, but before he could even unlock it, a deep, rumbling noise echoed outside.
An engine. Someone was coming. Daniel’s pulse spiked as he snapped his head toward the barn doors. Moving quickly, he ducked behind a stack of overturned crates near the far wall. Through a crack in the crates, he watched as two figures slipped inside, their boots heavy against the wooden floor.