The drive down the mountain was slow and treacherous. The wipers thudded in rhythm with Thomas’s heartbeat as the headlights cut through sheets of rain.
He kept glancing at the seat beside him—the towel rising and falling, two lives clinging to warmth and breath. “Just a little longer,” he murmured.
When the signal finally returned, he called the nearest animal clinic. “Emergency,” he said, voice shaking. “Mother dog and a newborn pup. Hypothermic.”
“Bring them in,” the voice replied. “We’ll be ready.” He pressed harder on the gas, praying he wasn’t too late.
