What on earth? Prada was in front of the closed bedroom door, her hair standing on end as she growled and barked insistently. It wasn’t a hey, I have to pee kind of bark either. It was a someone is trying to hurt us bark. Her wails and snarls were so insistent she was going to wake the entire house. It scared me because Prada very rarely acted this way, and my heart started racing. I pressed a hand to my chest as if the action would slow it down. She put her front paws up on the door like someone was there. A stranger. Someone she didn’t like. It made me feel vulnerable. Braeden groaned, her noise finally breaking into his deep sleep, and I flung out a hand to grip his shoulder. “Something’s wrong.” He stiffened and sat up, automatically angling his body in front of mine. Always my shield.
