"Stop it!" I hiss as sharp claws sink into my forearm. "I'm trying to save your ungrateful asses!"
The cat yowls louder, twisting in my grip while Sadie drags against my hold, nearly pulling my arm from its socket. I stagger backward toward the camper, my arms straining with the effort of controlling two animals determined to run toward danger.
"I swear to all that's holy and not," I growl through clenched teeth, "if I get mauled by Ellie because you two decided to play hero, I'm coming back to haunt you both."
The cat hisses its objection as I practically hurl its pristine white body through the doorway. Sadie is worse, feeling like a ton or two of squirming, barking, foaming-at-the-mouth golden retriever I somehow manage to haul up and manhandle inside like an oversized sack of flour.
My pathetic biceps are ready to wimp out, but I hold on for dear life, knowing I'll never be able to replicate this heroic dog-hauling if she dashes off again.
