Megan POV

“Hellhounds?” I ask slowly, not sure if my hearing is working correctly. “What exactly are – I thought they were stories. I mean, aren’t they just myths?”

I can hear the sounds of ripping flesh behind me, and despite my identity as a wolf shifter, along with the darker impulses it brings, the vicious tearing sounds from behind me make my blood curl.

“Myths?” Their leader studies me. “Hellhounds are not myths. They are dangerous beasts. Intelligent and bloodthirsty. They are also the best demonic trackers.”

“Demonic?” I stare at him, uncomprehending.

“They are not from this world.”

“I don’t understand,” I feel tense. “Why were they after...