BOOK 2: DEAD OF NIGHT
the other side of the grave, Omega’s white fur was quivering as if she were standing in a strong wind, and she let out a tiny, quiet howl. “He was always willing to help. He always wanted the best for his Pack. His death leaves a deep wound in all of us.” Alpha blinked slowly, then turned her large eyes to her Beta and gave him a small nod. “My only comfort,” Lucky said, “is that he is with Earth-Dog now, running in the Forests Beyond.” Storm’s ears pricked up, and she saw several other dogs cock their heads to one side or look at Lucky in surprise. She’d never heard any dog talk about the “Forests Beyond” before. “You all know that before the Storm of Dogs, I was visited by the Spirit Dogs in my dreams,” Beta went on solemnly. “I haven’t had any of those dreams since Blade was defeated, except one. Right after the battle, I dreamed that I saw all our lost friends, running together as a Pack, in a bright-green land. Alfie, Martha, Spring . . . Fiery, and little Nose and Wiggle. They were safe, and they were happy.” Several dogs let out strangled whines and howls, remembering their lost kin and Packmates—Moon, Thorn, and Beetle leaned their heads together at the mention of Fiery and Nose, and 33
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