Joshua froze, pulse pounding. He had nothing. No weapon. No plan. But Lucky growled low beside him—too low for the mugger to hear. Joshua looked down at him. Lucky’s body was tense, ready. Joshua took a breath, nodded once. “Go,” he whispered.
Lucky darted forward like a bullet. The mugger didn’t see it coming. The dog latched onto his arm, teeth sinking into the fabric and skin beneath. The man howled, dropping the knife. It clattered to the ground and spun out in a circle of light.