Meet my Overprotective Brothers
It had no eyes, only a long, questing snout that pulsed with a sickly indigo light.
It was a Stalker-Hound, a general of the Shadow Pack.
“If I flare my power, she’ll see us,” Elara whispered, the link between her and Caleb humming with a shared adrenaline.
“Then don’t flare,” Caleb thought, his hand finding the small of her back. “Be the vacuum, Elara. Be the thing that isn't there.”