nothing like that here. Youâll be safe if you follow the Pack.â
Dart seemed to accept this, rising to her full height. Her tail even gave a half wag as she took a deep breath and headed back into the forest, barking as she caught up with her patrolmate Twitch.
Lucky was about to join her when he spotted Alphaâs silhouette some long-strides away by a towering birch. The dog-wolf was moving chaotically, taking only a few nervous strides before he would freeze, his ears pressed back, visibly trembling. Each time he stopped, he gazed back toward the valley.
Lucky heard pawsteps behind him, and caught the scent of his litter-sister.
âI wondered where you . . .â Bella trailed off, spotting Alpha. She followed Lucky as he approached the dog-wolf. Lucky could hardly believe that the fearsome leader of the Wild Pack could have been transformed into this fretful creature. Was he in pain? What was wrong with him?
He seems so feeble . . . .
Lucky had to remind himself that this was the same merciless dog who had relegated him to Omega, and had threatened to brand him with a permanent scar.
Lucky followed Alphaâs gaze to settle on the rolling black cloud that the dog-wolf was watching so intently. He stopped dead, staring in disbelief. The cloud had inflated, twisting in the air.
Am I imagining things?
Four long limbs seemed to grow from the strange dark mass, followed by a neck and a thick black tail. The neck bulged into a head with long black ears. For an instant it looked like the hideous shape of a dog forged of ash.
Alpha spoke in a low, strangled voice, almost as though to himself. âA Sky-Dog. An evil Sky-Dog . . .â
Bella drew closer, squinting in the direction of the cloud. âI thought all the Sky-Dogs were good.â
âThey said the same thing about the Earth-Dog,â Alpha whined. âThey said the Earth-Dog was kind and generous. That she would always provide for us, always look after us. But that didnât stop the Big Growl.â The dog-wolfâs bushy tail hung between his legs.
Alphaâs helplessness had completely wrongpawed Lucky. He was at a loss for words. He looked again to the sky but the cloud had changedâit no longer resembled a dog. Once again, it looked like just a dark, floating smudge on the horizon.
âItâs only a cloud,â he told them. âNothing to worry about. It doesnât mean anything. We should join the others; we have to keepââ
A loud howl rose through the forestâthe cry of a dog in painâand the three dogs spun around. Bella shot toward the sound, followed by Lucky and Alpha. A volley of high-pitched barks cut through the air. Lucky, Bella, and Alpha bounded through the trees, catching up with both Packs and running along the side of the dogs until they reached the front.
They stopped dead. Twitch was lurching in a circle in a clearing between some straight-backed pines, howling in agony. He held his deformed forepaw close to his body, whimpering as he staggered and tried to right himself. His littermate Spring was barking, but the other dogs could only watch in horrified silence.
âWhat happened?â asked Lucky.
Sweet approached him. âThereâs some marshland just ahead, soft earth thatâs waterlogged and hard to walk in. Twitch tried to cross it but his rear paw got trapped and he fell. Heâs twisted his forepaw.â
Twitchâs flanks were heaving and Lucky was worried that something was seriously wrong. He looked up to see Sweet still watching him, her soft ears lowered. She stepped away from the others into the shelter of a low branch, and Lucky followed.
âItâs the same paw that was already damaged,â Lucky observed in a low voice. âTwitch is used to managing with a bad paw. Heâll be okay, wonât he?â
The swift-dog cast a glance at Twitch, who was whimpering pitifully. âI donât think