Chapter 7
The husky swivelled its head to stare back the way he had come. His mate would catch up fast, but he dared not wait. The human—No! Not any human. Sam. Sam was hurt, in pain. Terrible pain. The knowledge buzzed in the animal’s brain, and the dog shook its head as if to get rid of an annoying fly.
Bobby hadn’t taken long to work out where Manning had most likely gone. The dairy was such an obvious choice. Still, a human search party would take considerably longer to organise. Once he’d deduced the possibility, he’d run flat out taking the shortcut through the woods. Bobby allowed himself to become more animal than human, to use his senses to a greater degree, and edged closer to the building. He was inspecting the perimeter when a scream made him start so violently his flight ref
