Hellhounds

“Anything interesting?” Griffin was sprawled on my bed, his head hanging over the edge while he played with my hair.

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“Someone killed it in its human form. It had to be Evan. No one else would know what it was,” Freya said. Griffin followed Evan’s scent...

I didn’t know what I hoped to find. Maybe I needed to see it to know it was really gone. How could anyone overpower ten mighty huntresses...