There are three of them
They are ruthless
They are cursed
They are Immortal
They are the HellHounds.
They were a legend. A story. But all legends are based off of truth.
"Don't go out after dark," My father said.
"Don't go anywhere alone," My father said
"Don't go deep into the woods, for that is where he waits," My father said.
I never broke a rule. I was a good girl. But my question always was, what do I do when the monster comes out to play?
I was blind, so I slowly walk forward, not knowing where he is exactly. But I use my senses. I let this connection pull into a direction. As I slowly walk ,I reach my hand out, "Where are you?" I asked quietly.
A big and calloused hand touches my own. From that one touch, electric shocks courses through my body, a strange and warming sensation. I flinched and gasped in fright. The big and strong hand gently grabs mine and softly pulls me forward. A breath hits my face slightly. I was right in front of him. He leans down toward my ear, his lips almost touching it. His breath makes chills run over my neck as he whispers very quietly with a deep and rough voice, "Here I am."
If you want this book to make sense to you, I would suggest you read Book 2 of my Blood Moon Pack series, it completed and ready to read. You can still read this as stand alone, however there is more information held in Book 2.