“Easy now,” she murmured softly. “It’s all okay.” The dog’s ears twitched sharply again. He let out a low vibration, barely louder than a breath, not quite a growl—and Lucy’s stomach dropped with dread. She stood slowly, her heart racing faster now, and guided Rex forward down the aisle once more.
He resisted for half a second longer than before, then followed reluctantly, his eyes still darting around the church, scanning the room like he was tracking invisible movement no one else could perceive. The wedding music softened, shifting into the gentle melody that signaled the bride’s grand entrance was moments away.
At the back of the church, Emma readied herself to step through the doors. Lucy glanced over her shoulder toward the entrance, instinctively checking the timing for the ceremony. That was the exact moment Rex froze completely. His gaze locked firmly on the church doors—not the windows, not the crowd, just the entrance.
