Irwin's eyes snapped open in response to a piercing scream that echoed through the stillness of the night. As he turned his head toward the sound, he noticed that Eisley was no longer in bed, and the warm and inviting bed was now empty and cold.
Without a moment's hesitation, Irwin reached for the drawer and retrieved a sleek, black gun. Holding it firmly in his grasp, he moved stealthily out of the room, the tension in the air palpable as he snuck quietly into the living room.
"Eisley?" There was no response. "Baby."
"Ugh! Enough!" Eisley groaned in the living room. Buddy ran towards Irwin, and there he found Eisley on the floor fighting off, a big black dog— a German shepherd.
"Lupo!" Irwin yelled, and the dog stopped. Looking at Irwin, Eisley moved away, wiping his saliva off her face.
