Max whimpered and pressed his nose into Lucas’s chest.
“It’s okay,” Lucas murmured, though his voice shook. “I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
He stood unsteadily and waved his free arm toward distant flashes of light — rescue helicopters somewhere beyond the thick storm clouds.
“Help!” he screamed into the wind. “Please! We’re here!”
For a moment, a helicopter appeared, its lights flickering through the rain. Hope surged in Lucas’s chest — then vanished as the aircraft drifted away, swallowed by darkness.
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