Chapter 34
They surrounded me like sharks who’d scented blood in the water. One nipped my shoulder and I fell backwards, present pain nothing compared to the sight of blackness invading my fur and spreading like a stain.
Hurry, my wolf murmured. She’d been one of them. She knew how it worked. We had minutes. Possibly only seconds.
But there was nowhere to hurry to. Hellhounds bit and pushed. Soon we’d go under.
My wolf whimpered, remembering what it had felt like to drown.
Her whine was so quiet no one should have heard us. Yet someone did. A bark from the outskirts. Twelve heads lifted in synchrony.
Not-Claw’s eyes glowed with suppressed fire. He was a hellhound. He was the enemy...and at the same time he’d bought my wolf a much-needed reprieve.
We couldn’t waste it. Leaving him, w
