Penny and Dex were racing through the forest, jumping around each other as they raced, dodged low-hanging branches and leaped over roots.
I was excited to be heading home. I couldn't wait to have my boy back in my arms, and smell his wonderful pine scent.
The sun was sinking, casting a warm glow through the trees, as we took the route home, but I got the feeling that someone was watching us.
''Faster, Penny, don't let those dogs beat us!'' I shouted, and she pushed herself harder, adrenaline coursing through our veins.
Suddenly, we skidded to a halt when we cut through some trees and saw a line of red-cloaked men blocking our path, their faces obscured by hoods.
My heart raced, not from the run, but from fear. Behind them, in a clearing was a large white tent, with a few guards pos
