I stared at her small, underdeveloped excuses for hind legs. They were so tiny and skinny compared to her front legs.
As I gazed at her, I concluded that Shadow Hounds weren’t so scary after all.
The cabin door rattled.
I froze. The only thing I had that would pass as a weapon was the pot Ashton had left. I didn’t think twice; I grabbed it when I jumped off the couch.
The rattling continued. I was grateful Ash had fixed the door.
The door opened and I swung the pot wildly in the direction of the intruder.
Ashton ducked as I gasped.
“It’s just me!”
“Ash! I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was you,” I screamed.
The blood that had frozen in my veins from fear rushed through me from adrenaline. I sucked in breath after breath, and my heart rejoiced. Ash was safe.
But he wasn’t alone. There
