The Hellhounds of Crawley: The Hunt beigns

Maggie was walking down the streets in the early night accompanied by Rory Thompson, they shouldn’t be walking together but they just couldn’t be that far away from each other.

Rory was a little more protective now of her, while her father believe danger had passed the Thompson boy was not that at ease since he heard the events of the death of Claudia Martin.

He made sure that Maggie knew some of the details of what happened there, as least graphic as possible but he avoided the alleged curse that she left before giving herself to the dark one.

Maggie was happily being led by Rory as she was latching onto his arm, she felt happy, she hoped that this was a thing they could do in daylight, going on picnics and strolling down the streets like men and wife.

There was a small almost imperceptive sound reminiscent of a hound that got Maggie to stop and turn her head back to the road they were walking “Did you hear that?”

Rory looks back to where she is facing but he shrugs his shoulders