One, the same. I run. I seek pack, home, meat, mate. Escape the trap, still bleeding. Blood scent prey. But where? Open. Out! Prey fleeing. Lunge to bite. It gets away. Chase blocked. Wind shifts. Puzzling, puzzling. There! P...
Aiden calls from the nearest concession stand as he pours butter-flavored oil into the popcorn popper. The scent of rotating sausages and heating cheese makes my stomach rumble, but I yawn and hurry on my catty-corner path across the main drag toward my grandmother’s tent....
But Brad had pushed me aside as taste tester in favor of Uncle D, and they got psycho secretive about the new menu, hushing whenever I peeked into the kitchen. It was so annoying. “Oh, come on,” I’d begged. “Tell me. Let me try something.” Uncle D was the boss, but didn’t ...