*Jared*

I could smell the Hellhound before I saw it. Every hair on my body stood on end as I backed Eliza into the forest, her body trembling against my chest. She’d listened to me for once, which was a nice change of pace, but I’d still forced her out of sleep with little explanation as to what the hell was going on. Still, she didn’t make a sound as we moved deeper into the trees, putting distance between us and every single supply that was meant to see us through ...