Chapter 8
The shark attacked out of nowhere. One minute we were gliding slowly upward. The next minute a sleek gray body was arrowing toward us out of the deep.
If I’d been a real human, we would’ve been goners. But my lupine senses kicked in just a hair before the beast’s arrival. Whisking Stooge around along with me, I spun to face the threat, slamming one heel into the shark’s massive shoulder as it surged past.
I might as well have kicked a brick wall. The animal neither flinched nor retreated. Instead, it flipped head over tail in balletic smoothness and curved back around to face me yet again.
My opponent’s rows of incisors were awe-inspiring...and very much visible as the animal gaped its mouth into a wide, toothy grin. “Sharks are curious critters,” I remembered one of my instr
