Paula POV
Chris has come up with the plan of himself, myself, dad, and Tom to get in the house and get out. The rest of our group is waiting outside and guarding the back so we can make a clean get a way.
The house isn't big at all. It's laughable that they call this a pack house. It looks like a bog standard 3 bedroom run down house.
We enter the house quietly. We know they have exited through the other door, but that doesn't mean that the house is empty.
I'm sure he's here, and we need to be quick but quiet.
My heart is racing in a mixture of happiness, excitement, and fear.
Happiness, to have finally found him.
Excitement, to finally hold my pup.
Fear, that I'm going to find him hurt.
I try to push all my feelings deep down, but it's hard. No matter how much I try, I can't keep
