The destroyed buildings along the beach were hard to tell apart — one pile of cracked stone and broken glass looked just like the next. But not even the world-crushing wave could wipe the scent of Pumpkin’s home completely from the earth. She paused in the sand and took a long, deep sniff.

“Home,” she snuffled. Then she dove headlong into the nearest space in the slabs of stone.

Shep barked for the group to stop. He flicked his tail for Fuzz to follow her. The cat bounded over the rubble and off the beach.

Boji spat the wagon’s rope from her slobbery jowls and flopped, panting, in the sand; she and Dover had been taking turns pulling Shep down the beach onto the wagon. Though Shep hated being so useless, he had little choice in the matter. His sides still ached with every breath.

The others sat on the sand, ears pricked and noses open. After several heartbeats, Fuzz appeared on top of a cracked wall, nodded his head, and disappeared again.

“We’re here,” Shep woofed.

The dogs wound their way through the wreckage. It was as if what sand had been taken from the beach now coated the streets: Drifts formed against every wall and tree. Dead palm fronds and leaves covered the sand, along with the usual trash and den debris.

The terrain was bumpy as a water lizard’s hide, which made moving the wagon even more difficult. Boji pulled from the front and Dover pushed with his head from behind. The others nosed aside what obstacles they could to give Boji and Dover a clear path.

Zeus hobbled past them, a smirk on his jowls. “Now you smell why I ditched the thing,” he growled, wincing as he stepped on his balloon-paw.

Boji glanced at the boxer and raised her hackles, but kept her growl to herself. “It’s almost like he wants us to hate him,” she snuffled.

Shep tried to shift his weight in the wagon. “Maybe if I helped you to push with my hind legs?” he woofed.

Dover rested a paw on Shep’s flank. “It’s time to let this pack carry you, the way you’ve carried us all these suns.”

Once they were away from the beach, the sand-and-trash dunes, broken stone, and glass thinned out. Pumpkin stood on an empty square of pavement in front of one of the piles that used to be a building, her snout on her chest.

“This was my den,” she woofed. “I can take us to the shelter from here.” She lifted her small rump and turned away from her old home.

“We don’t have to go,” Shep yipped, “if you want to take a few more heartbeats.”

Pumpkin looked at the wreckage, then turned away again. “For what? Everything I loved is no longer here.” She loped down the street, hopping over the larger bits of glass that littered the stone.

The little show dog led them down block after ruined block. Some buildings were washed away entirely; others looked almost untouched except for the odd broken window or shard of wood sticking out of a wall; however, everything smelled of the wave. A salty rot wafted from every door and window.

They crossed over a wide expanse of water on a narrow bridge of roadway. Chunks of the road were missing, and they had to bump and hop over the parts that remained. At one place, the road had completely collapsed onto the spit of land beneath it. The pavement ended and there was nothing but a drop of several stretches to the dirt below. What remained of the section of street led like a ramp up from the dirt to the rest of the bridge.

Fuzz was the first to reach the broken edge of the street. “Watch step,” he hiss-barked, then dropped off the cliff.

“Fuzz!” Shep yelped. Boji dragged him to the edge.

Fuzz landed on his paws, some seven stretches below. He looked back up at Shep’s stricken muzzle. “What problem?” he meowed, licking a paw and running it over his ear.

Rufus trotted to the wagon’s side. “Don’t even think that I’m jumping this,” he grumbled, then glared meaningfully at Callie.

Callie peered over the edge of the road. “No,” she woofed. “The cat was lucky. I don’t think even Shep at his best could make this jump.” She glanced around, then at each of the dogs. “Okay, we swim.”

“Swim?” Daisy snorted. Her short fur trembled on her back.

“Yes,” Callie barked. “Like we did across the canal.”

“When we lost Cheese?” Boji whimpered.

Callie stood tall, ears up and tail stiff. “We are nearly home,” she barked. “I know this bridge. And we don’t have to swim far.” She trotted back a few stretches along the roadway. “We jump off here into the water, and then just swim onto the land and walk up that slab of roadway.”

“Jump here?” cried Pumpkin. “That’s almost — my fur, it’s a million stretches from the roadway to the water!” She shivered so hard her fur vibrated into a cloud of white.

“Oh, Great Wolf,” Callie sighed. She hopped onto the edge of the roadway and plummeted off the bridge.

“Callie!” Shep howled. Boji wheeled him closer to the side of the road. Callie dropped, legs stretched in front of her, and then burst into the water with a huge splash. Please be all right, Shep mumbled to himself.

Callie’s small head sputtered to the surface. “See?” she grunted between pants. “Piece of jerky.” She began paddling for the island under the bridge.

Shep licked his jowls, trying to take on a more alpha-like look before barking to the others. Callie’s fearlessness shocked him still — he wouldn’t have jumped off that bridge for an entire bag of treats.

He turned to his pack, whose muzzles betrayed their fears. Only Zeus wore a different look — his constant grimace of disdain.

Shep pushed himself up off his chest.

Boji put her paws on the wagon to hold it steady. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she woofed.

Gingerly placing his paws on the pavement, Shep snorted to clear his snout. “We either jump off this bridge or head back to the beach. I promised to get you all to the shelter, and that’s where I’m going.”

The dogs licked their jowls and sniffed the edge of the roadway. Only Zeus moved. As he passed, he cocked an eyebrow at Shep, then he dove off the bridge and splashed into the water below.

“Ha-roo!” Oscar cried, running for the edge. “I’m coming, Zeus!”

“Oscar, wait!” Shep barked. The pup couldn’t swim!

Oscar plummeted off the precipice. Shep limped to try to catch his scruff but was too slow. When he got to the edge, however, he saw something amazing. Zeus paddled right under Oscar and caught the pup in his jaws like a tossed Frisbee.

What do you know? Shep thought, smiling.

The other dogs watched as Zeus swam with Oscar between his jowls, then placed the pup gently on the shore.

Zeus dragged his own body out of the water. “Don’t try that again,” he snapped at Oscar.

The pup’s tail wagged in huge circles and a smile broke out across his tiny snout. “I knew you were a good dog!” he barked. Oscar looked up at the pack with an I-woofed-you-so smirk on his muzzle.

“Maybe there’s hope for the boxer yet,” yipped Ginny, ears and tail raised in surprise.

Even Fuzz kept himself from spitting at Zeus when he passed on the way up the ramp.

Shep ordered Pumpkin to climb onto Dover’s back, since she wouldn’t jump on her own. Boji pushed the wagon off the edge of the street so it landed on the dirt below, and then every dog jumped. The water felt like a paw-thrust to the gut, but Shep survived the drop and swam, sputtering, to the spit of land. As the pack shook the water from their coats, Callie howled, “Let’s get to that shelter!”

 

Once off the long bridge, Pumpkin turned down a side street, away from the cold winds. The buildings began to look eerily familiar.

“By Lassie’s golden coat,” cried Ginny, “we’re home!” She bolted down an alley.

“We have to stay together!” Callie barked. But it was no use. Boji and Rufus raced after her.

“We’d better follow,” Shep woofed.

Dover nodded his head and wheeled the wagon after the others.

It was only a few blocks to where the old building stood. It was still yellow and a few of the white, ornate balconies clung to its front, but for the most part, it was destroyed. Shep remembered the howling wind that broke Zeus’s wall, the terrifying darkness when El Vator stopped so suddenly, when the roof was torn from the stairwell and Virgil pulled him back from oblivion.

Dover and Boji sat side by side, and the old timer licked Boji’s golden head. Ginny howled miserably, leaving Rufus, of all dogs, to offer her a comforting woof. Daisy and Oscar considered the building, but not with sadness — Shep guessed maybe Daisy hadn’t loved the place, and Oscar — well, he hadn’t lived there long.

Zeus spat on the stone. “Good riddance,” he snarled.

“That’s my home you’re spitting on,” Ginny growled.

“I hate to woof you this,” Zeus snapped, “but that pile of stones will never again be a home to any of us.”

Ginny looked about ready to fight Zeus herself.

Shep shifted his chest, squeaking the wagon’s wheels. “Pumpkin,” he barked, “lead on.”

The little fluff of white wagged her tail and trotted away down the street.

Something touched Shep’s nose — out of all the scents of rot and salt and split wood and rusting metal, there came the unmistakable reek of wild dog. He looked at Zeus. No, not him. But Zeus had smelled it, too. His ears pricked forward and his head shot up for a better sniff of air.

Then Shep saw it — a shadow moving in the deeper shadows of the demolished building.

“We tracked your scent back here, Great Leader,” the shadow snarled.

The pack did not run — Shep couldn’t believe his nose, but not one of them smelled afraid.

“You get out of our home,” growled Ginny — Ginny!

Rufus barked and bounced on his paws. “Get away, you brutes!”

The shadow stepped forward and not one but three wild dogs materialized in the light: two with brownish fur and one with a mottled whitish coat, the leader. Only the Great Wolf knew how many more skulked in the wreckage.

“You dogs best move on,” growled Dover. He lowered his head and bared his teeth.

Callie planted her paws and snarled. Boji pounced on the dirt in front of her, barking sharply. Even Fuzz curled his spine and hissed and spat at the wild dogs. Shep was stunned to silence. What was this pack? Had he made fighters of them all?

The lead wild dog seemed as surprised as Shep at the ferocity coming from these pets. “We have no grudge with you, pets,” the white barked. “We want the Great Leader. The rest can go.”

“He’s not your leader anymore,” Oscar barked. “He’s a part of our pack now.”

The wild dogs panted. “He’s no more a part of your pack than he was of ours,” the white yipped. “More likely he’s waiting for the first chance to kill you, the way he led us to the slaughter.”

Zeus shifted slightly and the balloon on his paw popped.

“That’s our problem now,” yapped Daisy, kicking back with her hind claws. “You go, before we have to get feisty.”

The lead dog snarled at Daisy and looked over the dogs, as if weighing the odds on fighting the whole pack of them.

Shep dragged his front paws out of the wagon and padded himself forward. He raised his head and ears and ended the discussion. “You have five heartbeats to get your tails out of my sight before I rip every one of them from your rumps.”

The wild dogs scented his rage, the power burning inside him that even that sun’s crushing pain and exhaustion couldn’t put out. They stepped back.

“It’s your hide that’s going to be shredded,” the white barked. The wild dogs slunk into the rubble. In heartbeats, the scent of them was gone from the street.

Zeus trembled slightly. “Why did you do that?” he grunted. “You could have been killed.”

“You’d rather we left you to be torn apart by wild dogs?” snapped Callie.

“Zeus-dog killer, but no dog deserve that death,” Fuzz meowed.

Boji strode forward. “And you’re not all bad,” she woofed. “We saw you rescue Oscar.”

“Fuzz think Zeus-dog all bad,” the cat hissed.

Daisy echoed Fuzz’s disgust. “Let’s not get fur-brained,” she snorted. “He’s a monster, but he’s a part of this pack until we reach the shelter, and I defend my packmates.”

Oscar leapt at the others’ jowls. “I knew you could forgive us!” he yipped.

Boji licked his small snout. “If we don’t forgive, how can we hope to move on?” She stood and waved her tail.

Zeus scowled and looked away from the pack. “You should have let them kill me,” he snuffled.

“I could never have forgiven myself for that,” Boji woofed. “You want to die so badly, do it yourself.” She loped down the street. “You all coming, or am I the only one ready to see my family?”