The Empty City (Survivors, Book 1)
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From the author of the bestselling Warriors and Seekers books comes a thrilling new animal fantasy series. In Survivors, Erin Hunter shows readers the world through the eyes of dogs, as she did with cats and bears in her earlier series.
The Empty City begins with the Big Growl, a devastating earthquake that changes Lucky's world forever. Lucky has always been a Lone Dog, but now he needs a Pack in order to stay alive, so he teams up with a group of Leashed Dogs who have been separated from their owners.
Lucky's vivid point of view and the pulse-pounding action make for the start of an addictive series. The time has come for dogs to rule the wild!
fighter myself, you know? Handy in a tight corner. How about it, hm?” In their varying ways they all had that pleading look. Bruno was trying not to appear too eager, but he wasn’t hiding it well. Mickey, his precious belonging still in his jaws, was gazing at him with beseeching eyes, as was Martha. As for the two littler dogs, they were jumping up and down at him till Lucky felt like swatting them with a paw. He sighed, and glanced at Bella. She, too, was looking at him with a combination of
and bushes to reach the two sodden dogs. Bruno lay panting and sneezing and coughing, head on the stones, his forepaws sprawled in front of him. Martha, though, barely showed a sign of strain. She was standing up, all concern for Bruno, shaking the water off her coat and licking the brown dog dry. She’s a real fighter, Lucky thought, impressed. “Martha?” Bella had skidded to a halt. “Are you all right?” “Of course I am,” rumbled Martha. “Do you think Bruno’s okay? Is he hurt?” “He’ll be
far closer to his dog-spirit than they were. And he felt it wakening more and more out here in the wild, thrilling in his belly and bones, keeping him alert and safe. Lucky shivered. All his optimism, all his positive thoughts about Martha and River-Dog had dissolved with the dream. How could I possibly expect them to cope alone? It was a bleak thought, but he felt a new determination. He couldn’t save the Trap House dogs when the Big Growl had first hit. But he could help these dogs. He could
Daisy gave a whine, but it was a whine of hope, not complaint. The low, late Sun-Dog gilded the grasslands below and turned the river gold. “Lucky! Do you think—could we—” “I think you just might, Daisy,” he told her softly. “We might, you mean?” she yapped, confused. He didn’t have to answer, because Bruno was harrumphing happily at the view now. “This is great! Lucky, you genius!” “It’s beautiful,” breathed Alfie. “Wonderful!” “And there’ll be plenty to hunt,” Lucky pointed out as Bella
his instincts pulled his eyes, ears, and nose toward it: That was the kind of place where this enemy liked to lurk, ready to pounce, needle-claws raking. There it was: striped fur bristling, pointed ears laid flat, and tiny, glinting fangs bared. Its low, threatening growl was punctuated by vicious hissing as it crouched, every muscle taut for its attack. Sharpclaw! CHAPTER FOUR The green-yellow eyes glared down at Lucky. He fought to suppress the tight ball of nerves in his belly even