Chapter 8
An enormous black dog snarled at Ruby, watching her with intense eyes.
His muscles rippled through his shiny coat and saliva drooled down his fangs. His hackles were up, and his muzzle wrinkled dangerously.
This was one of the king’s hunting dogs. She’d seen enough of them in the forest to recognize it. There wasn’t a person in Midnight who wasn’t terrified of the Dark King’s dogs.
She took a step back, frantically scanning her surroundings for anything she could use to defend herself. All she saw were some empty barrels beside her.
As the Midnight dog ran toward her, she flipped the nearest barrel over herself.
She pushed herself back against the barn wall and braced against the rounded sides of the barrel. The dog slammed against the barrel.
She staggered sideways but ma
