Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

“Evander says he’s never heard of hellhounds being able to merge together or turn into rats.” Kristy puts her phone in her purse. I take my eyes off the road for a second to look at her. “It sounds so crazy when I say it out loud like that.”

We’re on our way to the bar but have no intention of going in. The hellhound is dead, we’re all pretty sure, but I need to double-check. I did wear sensible shoes, though, just in case. The combat boots actually look kinda cute with this romper too, or at least I think so. I’ve loaded up everything we could use as a weapon, and we’re all carrying vanquishing potions.

See? I’m prepared this time.

“Did he say anything else?” Naomi asks.

“He seemed rather perplexed by the whole thing.”

“Aren’t we all?” I mumble.

“He said hellhounds are physical beings, brought forth from hell. They can’t shapeshift like that.”

“Do you think they were really hellhounds?”

Kristy holds up her phone. “He sent me this photo from a book in the library. It’s