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    Linda! Come on, time to come home! he shouted, his breath whipping out of his mouth in a steamy cloud. Linda was on the slope with three of her little friends, coming down in a saucershaped sled at about one mile an hour. Ethan and Hannah flashed past them on their sled, laughing. I dont want to! Linda yelled back. Now! Mom says! Ethan and Hannah came to a halt at the bottom of the hill, tumbling out of their sled. They lay on top of each other, giggling. Todd stood and watched them. Something in Todd came to the surface, then. Not anger, exactly, but something worse, something dark, an emotion Id never felt from anyone before. I felt it in the way he stared at Ethan and Hannah, his face very still. Ethan and the stood up, wiping snow off each other, and came over to see Todd, their arms still interted. They radiated such love and joy it blinded them to the hatefilled currents emanating from Todd. Hey, Todd. Hi. This is Hannah. Hannah, this is Todd; he lives down the street. Hannah reached her hand out, smiling. Nice to meet you, she said. Todd stiffened a little. Actually, we already met. Hannah cocked her head, wiping hair out of her eyes. We did When was that Ethan asked. At the football game, Todd said. Then he laughed, a short bark. Ethan was shaking his head blankly, but Hannah blinked. Oh. Oh, right, she said, suddenly subdued. What Ethan asked. I have to pick up my sister. Linda! Todd yelled, cupping his hands. Come home now! Linda detached herself from her pile of friends and trudged through the snow dejectedly. Hes . . . hes the one I talked to, Hannah told Ethan. Some worry flickered through Hannah, and I glanced at her curiously, then jerked my head at Ethan when I felt a rising anger from him. Wait, what You Todd, you were the person who told Hannah Id been with Michele I dont even know Michele. I got to go, Todd mumbled. Get in the car, Linda, he told his sister. No, wait, Ethan said. He reached his hand out and Todd jerked away from it. Ethan, Hannah murmured, putting a mitten on his arm. Why would you do that, Todd Why would you lie Whats wrong with you, man Though the conflicts and emotions boiling through Todd were hot enough to melt the snow we were standing on, he just stood there, staring back at Ethan, not saying a word. This is why you dont have any friends, Todd. Why cant you just be normal Youre always doing stupid things like this, Ethan said. Its sick. The anger was leaving him, but I could feel how upset he still was. Ethan, Hannah said more sharply. Todd wordlessly got in his car, slamming the door. His face, when he looked back at Hannah and Ethan, was absolutely blank. That was mean, Hannah said. Oh, you dont know him. I dont care, Hannah replied. You shouldnt have said he doesnt have any friends. Well, he doesnt. Hes always doing stuff, like when he said this one guy stole his transistor radio. The whole thing was a lie. Hes not . . . theres something different about him, right Like is he in special education Oh no, hes really smart. Thats not it. Hes just Todd, thats all. Hes always been twisted, you know We used to be friends, when we were kids. But he had all these weird ideas for what was fun, like throg eggs at the preschoolers when they were waiting for the van to summer school. I told him I didnt want to do it—his own sister was one of the kids; I mean, come on—and so he just stomped on the carton of eggs hed brought over. Made a mess in my driveway that I had to hose off before my dad got home. Bailey liked that part, though. I wagged at my name, glad to think we might be talking about me, now. Ill bet he did, Hannah laughed, reaching down and petting me. A few days after Hannah left, the snow came down and the d blew so hard that we stayed inside all day, sitting in front of the heater. (At least, that is what I did.) That night I slept under the covers on Ethans bed, and stayed there even when I got so hot I panted, just because it was so derful to be pressed up against him like when I was a puppy. The next morning the snow finally stopped and Ethan and I went outside and dug for hours in the driveway. Running in that deep, heavy snow was tough going, and I would leap ahead for only a few feet before needing to stop and rest. The moon came out right after dinner, so bright that I could see really well, and the air was thick with the fragrance of fireplace smoke. Ethan was tired and went to bed early, but I went out the dog door and stood in the yard, my nose to the faint breeze, galvanized by the exotic light and crisp night air. When I discovered that the snow had drifted in a huge pile against the fence, I was delighted to climb right up to the top of the mound and drop over the other side. It was a perfect night for an adventure. I went over to Chelseas house to see if Duchess was available, but there was no sign other than a fairly recent patch of urinesoaked snow. I thoughtfully lifted my leg on the area so shed know I was thinking of her. Normally when I went for a little nighttime exploration, I ventured along the creek. It reminded me of hunting with Sister and Fast when I was a wild puppy, and the smells were always exciting. Now, though, I was forced to stick to the plowed roads, turning up driveways that were clear to sniff at the cracks between garage doors and the pavement. Some people had already dragged their indoor trees outside, though at Ethans house it still stood in the front dow, with objects and lights hanging from it for Felix to attack. When I came across the indoor trees lying in the plowed driveways, I marked them with my scent, and it was this, the seemingly endless procession of trees to tag, that kept me out so late. If it hadnt been for the scent of yet another misplaced tree luring me onward, I would have returned back home and maybe would have arrived in time to prevent what happened. Finally I was caught square in the headlights of a passing car, and it slowed for a minute, and the smell of it reminded me of Moms car whenever she and Ethan came looking for me when Id been out too long on an adventure, and I felt a quick stab of guilt. I lowered my head and trotted back home. Turning up the shoveled sidewalk, I was struck by several things at once, all of them wrong. The front door was open, and the aroma of home was wafting out in great gusts, propelled into the frosty night air by the force of the furnace. Riding on the currents of that air was a chemical smell both sharp and familiar—I smelled it whenever we went for a car ride and stopped at the place where Ethan liked to stand by the back of the car with a thick black hose. And backing out of the house was someone I initially thought was the . Not until he turned to shake some more chemicalladen liquid into the front bushes did I pick up his scent. It was Todd. He took three steps back and pulled out some paper from his pocket and lit it, the fire flickering against his stony blank face. When he tossed the burning papers into the bushes, a blue flame popped up, making an audible noise. Todd didnt see me; he was watching the fire. And I never barked, I never growled, I just ran up that sidewalk in silent fury. I leaped for him as if I had been taking down men my whole life, and surging through me was a sense of power, as if I were leading a pack. Any reluctance I might have felt to attack a human being was overridden by the sense that whatever Todd was doing, it was causing harm to the and to the family I was there to protect. There was no stronger purpose than that. Todd yelled and fell and kicked at my face. I took the foot that the kicking offered, biting into it and holding on while Todd screamed. His pants ripped, his shoe came off, and I tasted blood. He struck at me with his fists, but I kept my grip on his ankle, shaking my head, feeling the flesh tear some more. I was in a fury, completely oblivious to the fact that my mouth was filled with the unique flavor of human skin and blood. A sudden piercing noise distracted me, and Todd managed to work his foot loose as I turned to look at the house. The indoor tree was totally aflame, and thick, acrid smoke was pouring out the front door and up into the night. The electronic shriek was painfully high and loud, and I instinctively backed away from it. Todd stood and limped away as fast as he could, and I registered his retreat out of the corner of my eye, no longer caring. I sounded my own alarm, barking, trying to draw attention to the flames, which were spreading quickly through the house and were curling upstairs toward the s room. I ran around the back of the house but was frustrated to discover that the pile of snow that had assisted me on my escape was on the wrong side of the fence. While I stood there barking, the patio door slid open and Dad and Mom stumbled into view. Mom was coughing.
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