A shape emerged from the darkness. At first, he thought it was another dog. But as the shape moved closer, Mark’s heart stopped. It wasn’t a dog. It was a coyote, and it was heading straight for Max.
The coyote’s pace quickened, its eyes locked onto Max. Mark’s breath caught in his throat. He could see the creature’s hungry focus, the predator’s instinct driving it toward his beloved puppy.
Mark’s hands trembled as he watched Max panic, running toward the porch with the coyote close behind him. His mind screamed for him to do something—anything. But he was powerless as the scene unfolded on his screen.