As he crept closer, Lukas spotted them again—the dogs, just as before, walking in a tight group toward the oak tree. His stomach clenched with both fear and excitement. This wasn’t a one-time thing. The dogs had a purpose, and Lukas was desperate to understand it.
Lukas followed from a distance, his feet moving almost instinctively. He hadn’t had anything this intriguing happen in his life in ages, and now it consumed him. He couldn’t stop himself from watching, from being drawn into the strange ritual of these dogs. It was like his entire world had been flipped upside down, and it wasn’t even noon yet.