The boy flies backward with a cry, crashing into a pile of supplies. I'm rushing forward, calling for Duet, when I see Poppy crumpled herself, the puppies crouched at her side, whining and licking her face.

Duet turns, sees me, roars in rage so huge I actually fear her a moment.

Loud enough it brings others running even from the main car.

The dog rushes to Poppy, standing over her and his pups, eyes locked on the boy who groans a short distance away. The very ...