Celeste found the pup in the early dawn, curled on the training field, whimpering in his sleep.

She’d come down to walk the perimeter herself, Luna had been restless in the back of her mind all night, pacing, ears pinned, as if waiting for something.

Now Celeste knelt in the dew-soaked grass, brushing the boy’s hair back from his eyes.

“Hey. Wake up.”

He jolted upright with a yelp, breathing hard. For a second his eyes were wide with terror, then he blinked and recognized ...