Military Dogs Blocked Access to Their Handlers Casket, And Refused to Move Until One Person Entered the Room!
A deep, guttural growl erupted from twelve throats at once, a dark vibration that seemed to rattle the very walls of the room. Master Chief Brick instinctively stepped back, his hand moving toward the weapon at his side—a reflex shaped by seventeen years in the Navy SEALs. He had faced insurgents in the mountains and…