Chapter 4"What the..." Jason exclaims.
I turn, looking back as Jason speaks, and am now sideways to him. I see the hellhound jump off Jason's back toward me and I barely have time to react as it hurdles through the air.
The hound is as large as a Great Dane and as muscular, though more agile than a gymnast.
I jump like a wide receiver diving to catch a football and seize the beast. We both crash to the ground and roll, coming to a stop at the base of the chairs where the actor sits. I clench the hellhound in a tight grip against my chest, half afraid that it will fight to be free. If I anger the beast further, it will continue to grow until it breaks from my grasp. As a hellhounds rage increases, so does its size. I’ve seen some grow until it can smash a car beneath its paw. Yet this on
