Chapter 25 Savior
- Dora's POV
- The injured pup's faint whimpers cut through the silence of the forest. I stroked his fur gently, murmuring words of comfort, but his breaths came in ragged pants. Blood still seeped from the vicious metal trap embedded in his hind leg.
- Glancing desperately around the deserted gully again, I called out "Help! Please, anyone!" But only my echo answered.