He simply stared at them, eyes reflecting gold in the flashlight beam.
And beneath his body—partially hidden under his chest and front legs—something moved.
Marissa raised her weapon slightly. “Easy…”
The dog growled, deep and resonant, a warning that vibrated through the empty house.
Ethan’s beam shifted lower.
That was when he saw it.
Not torn flesh. Not a body.
But a tiny, trembling shape curled into the floorboards.
A cat.
Small. Thin. White fur stained gray from dirt. Eyes clouded over with a milky film.
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