HELLBOUNDS
The growl sent a chill through Elara’s bones. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t natural. Tristan was already moving, his body shifting between her and the trees. “We need to go. Now.” Elara forced herself onto shaky legs, her mind still reeling from Selene’s voice inside her head. The shadows curling around her fingers refused to fade. She clenched her hands into fists, willing them away. “Tristan,” she whispered, “what is that?” A branch snapped in the darkness. Then—movement. A pair of glowing yellow eyes emerged from the treeline, then another. And another. Elara’s breath hitched. They were surrounded. Tristan’s muscles tensed. “Hellhounds.” The word sent a jolt of fear through her. Hellhounds. Creatures that roamed the Veil, hunting the scent of blood and dark magic. If they were her
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