I was gripping the knife so hard my knuckles positively ached, but I hadn’t yet drawn the blade from the sheath. I had a bad feeling that if I moved, if I so much as twitched, the thing in the corner with the fearsome-looking teeth would attack. And those teeth looked strong enough to bite me in half. There’s a demon? Quinn’s tension suddenly flooded the link between us, until I wasn’t sure where his ended and mine began. If a hellhound is classed as a demon, then, yeah, one of them. A hellhound is a stronger class of demon, and won’t be stopped by the salt. It can, however, be burned by holy water. I awkwardly began to undo the lid of the water bottle one-handed. As shields went, it didn’t inspire a whole lot of confidence. Particularly when the creature lowered its head and snarled again. The sound rolled around the room, and if I’d been in wolf form, hackles would have risen. This thing might be a demon, but it was a doggy demon, and my wolf soul just didn’t take to being threatened by anything canine.
