Selina’s POV
The lead hound didn't lunge. It shifted its massive, hairless forepaws against the volcanic slate, its yellow eyes reflecting the sickly crimson bleed of the sky. The thick, purple shadow-ink weeping from its jaw hissed as it dripped onto the frozen peat, eating through the frost like lye.
Beside me, the iron fire poker slipped from Finn’s fingers.
The heavy metal clattered against the stone with a dull, hollow clang, but he didn't seem to hear it. His entire frame went completely still, the gold-furred muscles of his shoulders collapsing as if the air had been violently sucked from his lungs. His amber eyes expanded, staring at the scarred, twisted face of the black monstrosity with a horror far deeper than any fear he had shown down in the Veins.
"Gideon?"
The name left
