Chapter 47

The sweaters no longer made any difference, but the adrenaline was such that I couldn't feel the cold. I ignored the sneezing session that came out of me just as I ignored Carter's incisive looks. Looks that screamed "I told you so". We walked carefully through the underbrush, our eyes studying the whole place with the help of the flashlight. I had no idea what time it was, nor how I would wake up early the next day, but finding the German Shepherd was the only thing that mattered to me.

"BENTO?! "John shouted. I stopped next to him watching intently for any movement that might arise, narrowing my eyes as I noticed something lying further ahead.

"John, shine the light over there," I asked, pointing at said thing.

He obeyed, and I almost cried with relief as I came face to face with Benedict lying under a bush. The dog was sulking, his ears low and his muzzle resting on his front paws showed that something was not right. We ran over to him and John ducked down in front of the dog, wh