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224 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2022
“‘We do not serve men. We serve man. And dog or man, neither of us is meant for this
new world. If we don’t fight it, if we give up on our old lives, it will destroy us. Remember that,
Knight.’”
“‘We still have a while left until sunrise,’ she said, her voice barely a whisper. Then she turned, walked over, and lay down beside him. Knight let himself relax as the wolf pressed her warm coat against his. ‘Don’t worry,’ she whispered. ‘We’ll find something tomorrow; I know we will. Just try to stay warm.’ In the cold darkness outside, by the light of the pale moon, thick flakes continued to drift earthward—but within their small shelter dog and wolf lay side by side, drifting off into a warmer, more restful sleep.”
“The interior wasn’t silent, but at least it was quiet. Knight lay down on the entryway carpet, catching his breath, trying to regain feeling in his numbed limbs. After licking the ice from between his toes, he stood to survey their newfound refuge. The structure was large and cavernous, filled with rows of wooden seats and adorned with peculiar objects, unlike any place Knight could recall. But the strangest thing was how tidy it was: no furniture overturned, no clothes or boxes strewn about. It almost looked like the world before, at least as he remembered it. And in spite of the storm still raging outside, the place was imbued with a sense of calm, a tranquility beyond mere quiet.”
“They emerged from the woods, the tree line giving way to a sprawling shopping center. Sierra turned north and paused, directing his attention to a darkened supermarket before crossing the empty lot. Shattered windows lined the façade, but little light reached beyond. The pair halted between two window frames, the cold brick scraping Knight’s shoulder. Behind them, the winds battered one of the few intact windows, masking their approach.”
“Knight rushed headlong into the darkness, relying on luck and quick reflexes to navigate the abyssal maze. Just behind, he could hear their quick, shallow breaths, the scrape of their claws, could smell the curious hunger that would leave nothing of him but hair. He threw himself left, then right, then left again, clearing a smashed computer monitor. Behind him, he heard one of his pursuers stumble. Knight veered sharply, dashing through an open doorway, hoping it was the stairwell. It wasn’t. Two coyotes pushed through the doorway as he resumed his desperate sprint. Ducking beneath a desk, Knight felt something jab his side. Glass shattered, followed by a pained yelp and an impact—just the edge he needed. He turned right, following the wall, and spotted another doorway. Knight glanced back to see only one remaining pursuer, its teeth glinting, tongue lolling from its savage jaws. Then something caught his forepaw, and he was stumbling, sliding into a closet. Not a second later, the coyote followed, lunging with fangs bared—only for it to be yanked back inches from his face, grasped by an invisible hand.”