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out from the crushed volcanoes. The victims of the lava were trapped in the thick flows, frozen in the hot black liquid into postures of terror and eternal anguish. The destruction was so complete, so thorough — that was what was most shocking. How did I escape? Why should I survive? Myrr thought. He had not been caught by ice or lava or smashed by a boulder or burned by the torrents of flames that ripped from the volcanoes’ craters. Just then he heard a small mewling sound. He whipped his head around, but he couldn’t find the source. Everything was so confused. There were rocks he had never seen before, and the ones that he recognized were out of place. He was standing by a large slab that he was sure had formed the roof of the gadderheal , but it had slid down a slope and was in front of … That must be Edme’s den! His hackles bristled as hope and fear shot through him. Could she still be alive?
    â€œEdme! Edme!” Myrr called. “Are you in there?” Allhe could hear in response were whimpers. Myrr scrambled to the top of a heap of rock and bones, bones that were carved and had most likely come from the fallen cairns. He knew he must step carefully for he did not want to cause a further collapse that might crush Edme below in the den she had shared with Faolan. He spied an opening and peered in, pressing his eye against the rock. Blinking several times, he let his vision adjust until he could make out the shadowy shape of a wolf below. Edme! His whole body quivered. He couldn’t see any blood, no actual wound on her pelt. She appeared to be sleeping, yet she was fretful and every now and then cried out or sighed as if in deep distress. She must sense that she is the last one left.
    â€œEdme,” he called out. “Edme! It’s me, Myrr. I’m here, too. I’m here!”
    Edme seemed to hear him. She stirred and rolled over, slowly opening her single eye. It was then that Myrr realized something was very strange. All of the other wolves he had seen, all the Watch wolves who had once been misshapen — their lives had ended and yet their bodies were whole again. He had walked by so many of them, and yet it was only now that Myrr realized that Colleen, who had been earless, seemed to have ears;Snowdon’s split tongue was no longer split; and Leitha, the beautiful black wolf with only three legs, had miraculously grown her fourth. So why would Edme of all wolves still have just one eye?
    â€œEdme?”
    â€œIs that you, Myrr?” Edme’s eye flooded with tears. “Are there any others left?”
    Myrr gulped. “I don’t think so. Are you all right?”
    â€œYes. Just a bit … a bit …” Edme could not think what to say.
    â€œA bit of a miracle I think. Myrr glosch !” the little pup replied.

“I’M JUST NOT USED TO THIS paw.” Faolan stared at it with a mixture of alarm and wonderment. He had managed to cling to the edge of the ice floe and avoid sliding into the sea. The paw that had marked him a malcadh had been righted, if such a word could be used, but it seemed completely wrong. “It works differently, this paw.”
    â€œIt works. That’s the important thing,” Mhairie said, scanning the waves in front of her. “Which way are we going?”
    â€œToward the western edge of the bight, if the wind keeps blowing from this direction,” Faolan answered.
    â€œB-b-but … b-but that white thing … that … that …” Dearlea could hardly form the words to describe the mountain of ice that had sliced through the earth.
    â€œThe glacier. The H’rathghar glacier,” Faolan said. “Gwynneth told me about it.”
    â€œWhere has it gone? I mean, I thought we were going to be crushed by it. How could it crash through here so fast? I thought glaciers moved slowly.”
    â€œI’m not sure, but I think the earthquake tore it loose. Maybe the water made