pounding and hear Snap whimpering with fear. Even Bruno gave a yelp of confusion.
Luckyâs eyes rolled up to the sky. Squinting, he saw only the pale blue of sunup. Then another sound roared through the air. It was coming from the direction of the city, sounding like thunderâbut longer, lower, and more menacing. Waves of anxious yaps ripped through the group of dogs.
âA storm!â barked Sweet, her heart racing as she pressed closer to Lucky.
More high-pitched shattering sent tremors through Luckyâs whiskers. It sounded as though the sky were about to fall right on top of them! A moment later the air howled so shrill and loud, it drowned out even the wildest barks.
Lucky was dizzy with terror, his stomach clenching and his flanks heaving. The sky was sick, whining desperately like a dog in pain. This was no ordinary storm.
The howling air had nothing to do with the Sky-Dogs.
CHAPTER TWO
Sweet released her grip on Lucky , stumbling back, and Snap and Bruno followed her lead. The shrill, high whining was still hanging in the air. Lucky shook his fur with a wave of relief, his neck and leg throbbing.
âIt is a storm, isnât it?â whimpered Sweet.
Lucky knew that it wasnât. The sky overhead was still bright blue, despite the shattering and whining that sent quivers through his whiskers. No rain fell, and he did not pick up the scent of its approach.
âI think it has something to do with the Big Growl.â Lucky didnât want to scare her, but he could not tell lies, either. That low roar had been like the sound the Trap House had made when it was falling down all around themâbut much, much louder and far more terrifying.
The surrounding dogs shot him nervous looks. Another roar of not-thunder made several of them jump. Daisy yipped nervously while Lucky tried to focus, training his senses, sniffing the air. He could just catch a strange smell on the wind, a hint of acrid earth, a tang of foul liquid. It reminded him of the poisoned river with its shimmering green water. He stepped forward, his jaw slightly parted, craning his neck with his ears pricked up.
Bella arrived by his side. âBad smells.â
âYes,â Lucky agreed. The putrid scent stung his nose.
The other dogs could smell it now too. The younger ones started barking, spinning in circles. Luckyâs paws quivered with the intense urge to run, but to where? He wasnât even sure where the noise and the foul scents were coming from.
The frantic yaps of the other dogs broke over another roar far away, and Lucky turned to Alpha, wondering if he would silence them. The dog-wolf was frozen to the spot, staring into the sky.
âWhatâs that?â Mickey yelped. Lucky turned to where a dark smudge was rising beyond the forest, his breath catching in his throat. It was like a storm cloud, but even darker. It looked more like the cloud of smoke Lucky had seen in the city once, after a pack of loudcages had attacked one another in the road and burst into flames.
That was where the foul smell was coming from. The city. Had the earth torn again, as it had during the Big Growl? But they hadnât felt the Earth-Dog shaking. . . .
One after another, the dogs fell into stunned silence, taking in the dark cloud.
Mickeyâs pointed ears were pressed back. âCan it hurt us?â
Bella shifted from paw to paw. âSurely itâs too far away.â
âLetâs not risk it,â Sunshine barked. âWe should leave.â
âAnd go where?â asked Snap. She eyed Moon and her pups. âIt isnât practical to start moving the camp, is it?â
âI really donât think itâs safe to stay,â whined Mickey, his dark eyes fixed on the smudge that rose in the distance.
Spring, the long-eared black-and-tan female, growled at him. âGo where you like, Leashed Dog ! This is our territory and weâre not about to abandon