“Congratulations,” Mallory said, not smiling. “You’ve activated your bond. Now the real test begins.”
The ground gave way without warning—no cracks, no tremors. The other ducks hadn’t quacked because they only prepared for the obvious . But Pockets had been quacking about everything , including the tiny, unnatural silence of the crickets near that spot. duckqwackprep
“Repeat after me,” croaked a tall woman in waders. Her name was Coach Mallory. “Duck. QWack. Prep.” “Congratulations,” Mallory said, not smiling
Leo followed Pockets, who was having a meltdown. Quack! Quack! Quack! —for every pebble, every ripple, every distant owl. Leo stumbled, frustrated. “Why can’t you be quiet like the others?” ” Mallory said