Man Loses His Puppy in a Swamp—What He Found Next Defies Belief!
Reeds whipped his face, everything blurring. He ran until his chest burned and breaths came ragged. His mind reeled—he’d left Luna in these ruthless hands. But one chilling truth burned clear: without help, neither of them stood a chance.
At last, Marcus stumbled onto a rough gravel service road, faintly lit by moonlight. His lungs burned, but he pushed on. Stopping now would mean surrendering to fear—and that would leave Luna trapped in the hands of those who cared nothing for her.
The night sky stretched wide above, and distant headlights appeared, faint but real. Waving frantically, he risked the chance it might be another threat. Relief flooded through him when a battered pickup rumbled closer, revealing a weathered man in muddy waders. The driver rolled down his window, concern creasing his eyes.
Marcus poured out his story in hurried bursts: hidden criminals, raccoons stealing goods, and most of all, his stolen puppy. The man introduced himself as Mr. Thompson, his brow knitting with every alarming detail. Without hesitation, he beckoned Marcus into the passenger seat.
