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My jaw drops. In front of me stands a massive ember wolf with four heads—that’s right, four heads each with razor-sharp teeth. Fire rippling through her fur. She takes off, tearing the two witches apart without even stopping. She is in front of her beta in a flash and shreds the witch within seconds. Her beta shifts into a deep black wolf with fire-red eyes and black smoke coming off of her. Andricia lifts all four snouts to the sky and lets out a howl. Instantly, every pack member of hers shifts into the same black wolf, with black smoke trickling off of them. Hellhounds—they are a pack of hellhounds. They all rip the witches a

Especially that creature, the like of which she had never seen before, terrifying, pale, cold and sticky, disgusting, found herself trapped in a dark cave, in a place surrounded by water from every direction with the remaining friends who were celebrating with her her doomed wedding anniversary, and who She was losing them one by one, as they would come to them every day directly to devour one of them, and his screams would rise, filling the place, echoing throughout the cave until he was unable to do so, eating his flesh alive until there was nothing left of it. She witnessed the food of all her friends, one after the other, and she hoped the Almighty every day that her turn would not come,

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

But Zayn stopped hearing her and threw all his weight on the tree and his hands fell around her cheeks as he stared back at her pallid I was astonished by his blank look back, so she turned and immediately her pupils dilated and her heartbeat slowed in fear, he was huge and very long, dark black in color and very bloody eyes When she saw that legend that Zayn talked about, what was his name? Devil's wolf Standing on his feet, staring at them quietly He was a wolf, but he could stand like a human!

RILEY The faint, rough warmth of something wet dragged across my arm, pulling me from a deep, pain filled sleep. I blinked against the darkness, my whole body tightening as I prepared for the worst. Had they found me? My pulse quickened, but then I saw it—a small figure close to me, a brown shape in the dim light. A dog. My mind pieced together its name from fractured memories. Scout. That was what the human had called it. “Hey, you,” I whispered, my fingers slipping into its warm, thick fur. The dog’s eyes gleamed back at me, the only comforting glow in this hollow basement.

He needed an advantage. His eyes landed on Hailey. She was holding the Ouroboros Compass, shaking it like a broken remote. "Stupid thing!" Hailey cried. "It's spinning like crazy! It hates the dogs!" "Wait," Jack said. "It reacts to them?" "It's going haywire!" Hailey showed him. The needle wasn't pointing North. It was locking onto the nearest Hound, vibrating so hard the glass faceplate was cracking. The Compass tracked magical energy. But these Hounds were tech. Unless...

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

I scooped up a fallen branch, as it was the only weapon available, and held it high. “Shoo, go away,” I said, brandishing the large stick. Another round of growls and snarls filled the air. I was in deep shit. Spinning in a slow circle, I kept my attention on the creatures as more and more glowing eyes appeared through the fog and trees. One of them advanced, stepping into a beam of moonlight. My breath hitched. It was massive, like a wolf shifter, covered in reddish-black fur with a row of spikes along its spine. Saliva dripped from its mouth. The crimson glowing pupils flickered as if made of flame. A single word popped into my mind—Hellhounds.

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming. My body bows as claws dig into my back. Falling forward, I manage to rip away from the claw and slice at the hound, but another grips my arm. I kick out as my sword clatters onto the floor and rip another hound’s arm. Its grey body shudders, and its wolflike snout curls. Outside of their human forms, hellhounds are not pretty creatures. They are gray, with large, stout, pitbull bodies, very little hair, and heads are round with tiny cauliflower ears, beady dark eyes, and puglike snouts.