Soaked and desperate, Samantha was pounding on the door with a ferocity which would typically be uncharacteristic for the brunette. It was dark and pouring out, not even shadows passing the street lamps at this hour of the night. She shivered, a weak whimper coming from her arms. Rain continued to crash upon the pavement. "Bentley? Ben– are you home? Ben!" she shouted through the door, her other hand being used to cradle a bundle of fur and her now-soggy scarf that had blood seeping through it. "Ben please, I need your help."
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