Chapter 5

Half-awake and half-asleep, Cynthia felt something hot, wet, and sticky licking at her exposed calf.

She struggled to lift her heavy eyelids.

In the darkness, two eerie green eyes locked onto her, and a pungent, animal stench hit her in the face.

It was an enormous wolfdog.

The wolfdog's crimson tongue hung out, drool dripping down as it eagerly sniffed the scent of blood on Cynthia's skin.

The Schultz family hadn't kept a dog for ages.

Ever since Alexander's dog passed away, he hadn't let any pets set foot in the residence.

Cynthia wondered where this dog came from.

Fear…