The storm

From Dogs of the Drowned City #1: The Storm His boy knelt and hugged Shep tightly. water fell from the boy's eyes. Why was the boy so upset? Shep whimpered, scared and unsure of what was happening. "Let's Go," the owman said, coming from the back rooms. Her eyes nervously scanned the den. She took the boy's hand and he stood. Shep waggered his tail and sniffed at his leash on the table. "I'm ready to Go," he whimpered. "Sorry, Shep." The boy tousled shep's fur, then picked up his bag. "No dogs allowed." He followed the woman out of the den. "No, Shep," he said, pushing Shep's muzzle back inside. "Stay." the door closed and Shep heard a click. He stood near the door and listened to the footsteps of his humans. He heard their steps echo in the stairwell, then nothing. They had left him. Excerpted from The Storm by Dayna Lorentz All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.