Going Feral

Summary

My son’s horrified scream echoed from downstairs at eight o’clock at night.

Meanwhile, a message popped up in a group chat for the apartment building’s residents.

“Silas, does your son even have a heart? He won’t even play with my girl.”

I froze, recalling that the neighbor didn’t have a child.

The next second, the neighbor sent a video.

The footage showed a vicious Doberman lunging toward me to attack Ethan.

It was bad enough that the neighbor didn’t stop the attack, but he even stood there, applauding.

“Good girl. You’re amazing. You’ve got a big boy crying already.