The Endless Lake

Yes, it would be easier if I made all the decisions.” Lucky met Snap’s eye. “Easier for you. But do you want to be led by the nose all your life, as though you were living with longpaws, like a Leashed Dog?” He turned to give Sunshine a hard look. “Is that what you’ve fought and survived for—to let others boss you around? You want me to tell you what to think, what to eat, when to sleep, when to wake up? Even if it means you hardly eat at all? Even if you sleep in the draft and wake up freezing cold?

He’s a remarkable dog,” said Lucky. “And he proved something to me. There are different forms of strength. You don’t need to be just like everyone else to succeed in this world.

Yes, Black Eye. I remember,” said Snap. “He had a—” “Let me guess,” Lucky interrupted. “A black patch of fur around one eye?” Snap cocked her head, perplexed. “How did you know?” Lucky sighed. “Never mind.

The wind whipped Lucky’s fur and he shivered, crouching low to the ground. The Moon-Dog had vanished, leaving only a scattering of stars to cast their shallow light. He squinted into the darkness. As his eyes adjusted, he realized he was perching on a blade of black rock, a tiny stone island surrounded by water. He took a tentative step over the rock and faltered. The water wasn’t moving—it was frozen to ice. As Lucky lowered his head, he could see white patterns across its surface like spiders’ webs. Ahead, the sky of no-sun was as thick and dark as a storm cloud, yet craning his head Lucky could just make out a circle of amber light. Was it the Sun-Dog rising, or something else? He took a step forward, placing his forepaw on the ice. The freezing cold was sharper than a blast of fire and Lucky whipped away his paw with a howl of pain. He licked it, gazing into the distance. He could still see a light, though now it looked farther away. . . . Somehow he knew he had to reach it, but he didn’t think he’d make it over the long stretches of ice. He backed over the black rock, wondering what to do. He was alone, trapped on the island—and the Ice Wind was coming. He heard hissing and spun around. The ice was clawing its way over the edge of the island. Its touch turned the rock a shiny white, like clear-stone. Lucky’s breath caught in his throat. He threw a frantic look over his shoulder. The ice was creeping onto the land from all sides, fizzing and murmuring with its cool, white tongue, freezing the land beneath its ghostly pelt. Lucky cried out. “Bella! Sweet!” No dog answered his calls. The ice was close now, whispering and crackling at his paws. Lucky watched in horror as it climbed up his legs, searing him with its deathly touch, turning his fur brittle and white as frost. He tried to pull away, but his legs were frozen. He tried to cry out again, but his jaw was locked with cold. Far in the distance, the amber light flickered and died. Now there was only chill and darkness. And then, in the darkness, the furious howls of fighting dogs.

ALPHA:     sleek black-and-brown female with a white fang-shaped mark below her ear (also known as Blade) BETA:     huge black-and-tan male (also known as Mace)       DAGGER—brown-and-tan male with a stubby face   PISTOL—black-and-tan female   BRUTE—black-and-tan male   RIPPER—black-and-tan female   REVOLVER—black-and-tan male   AXE—large black-and-brown male   SCYTHE—large black-and-tan female   BLUDGEON—massive black-and-tan male   MUSKET—black-and-brown male   CANNON—brown-and-tan female   LANCE—black-and-tan male   ARROW—young black-and-tan male OMEGA:     smaller black-and-brown male (also known as Bullet) PUPS:     FANG—brown-and-tan male LONE

From now on, you will be known as Savage.