Grunting, I startled awake with my head still in the cooler. I scrambled to my paws and backpedaled, disoriented from the dream—I must have gone unconscious after chewing through everything in the cooler. It was a miracle the campers hadn’t returned. Night still closed around the campsite, but my vision had returned crystal clear, my thoughts now articulated with human awareness. The aftermath of what I’d done lay scattered around me, and the sight of it was as harsh as the revelation ...