The shepherd’s breathing grew uneven.
His tail stiffened.
Muscles gathered under his coat like coiled springs.
“Easy,” Mallory murmured, assuming the dog had detected something unusual in the air.
But Titan wasn’t scanning the ground.
He wasn’t searching for scent markers.
He was staring directly at Aaron.
And something in that stare looked less like alertness and more like recognition.
Aaron hadn’t noticed yet.
He was focused on navigating the uneven gravel path near the fence, carefully planting each crutch before shifting his weight forward. The brace on his leg limited how far he could bend his knee, and the heat rising from the ground made sweat gather along his collar.
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