“Oh, Seth will be fine,” Jake told his partner. “Come on. I’m supposed to be resting my arm, remember?” Trig gave a yip, and the two of them started home. Jake wanted to spend as much time with his family as he could. As confident as he had tried to sound at the Council meeting, he was afraid. He was going to try to track down a group of people who could fly through the air and control goners with a box. He knew there was a very real chance he would never come back. But he was a Scout. And going out to find threats to his town, to his family, was as much a part of him as was breathing.
“Enjoy it while it lasts, buddy,” Jake told the dog. “For us, this is the calm before the storm.” The two of them walked the rest of the way home in quiet contemplation.
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