Finally, one volunteer cleared his throat. “That would be enclosure number eleven.”

A shadow passed over his face as he added, “But… I have to warn you. That’s Ranger.”

Lily tilted her head. “Ranger?”

“He’s… well, he’s considered a hopeless case,” the volunteer explained. “A big male German Shepherd, extremely aggressive. No one can get near him.”

Enclosure eleven sat at the far end of the hallway. Everyone in the building knew to keep their distance. Even the most seasoned handlers approached with caution. Ranger had been through something terrible—no one knew exactly what—but whatever it was had left him broken inside.