Reggie entered the room, paused… and then lunged.
He sank his teeth into the mannequin’s neck with terrifying force, growling low, shaking until the plastic cracked. Cassandra gasped, covering her mouth with trembling hands. It wasn’t just instinct—it was intent.
The next morning, eyes red from crying, she called the rescue organization. Love, she realized, couldn’t erase primal instinct.