Page 56 of The Wayward Sons & The Vampires of Fortune
Winston’s growl grew steadily louder as Andrea walked him out toward the vampires.
“I swear to fuck, I’m raisin’ hell if y’all try to feed your dog to the fuckin’ vampires,” I snarled. It wasn’t an empty threat, even if Winston didn’t like me.
“There are only two things in the world that can kill a vampire,” Sam said, his voice quiet even through the Bluetooth. “The first is vampire-killing bullets.”
“We knew that one,” I reminded him. We didn’t need a demon lesson while we stared down death.
I watched as Andrea ran her hands through Winston’s scruff, but his attention never wavered from the vampires. My stomach sank. She grabbed hold of his collar and unclipped it.
A blast of magic hit me hard, knocking the wind out of me.
Green light swirled around Winston. His body bulked out, muscles bulging and bones cracking. His fur rippled in rapidwaves while his body doubled in size. A long snout, massive paws, and body armor made of blood red metal plates. Flames sparked off his fur, and his tail erupted in a cascade of fire.
I’d seen Hellhounds before but not like this.
Winston snarled, the sound echoing loudly in my ears.
“And the other thing is—”
“Another demon,” Ryder finished for him, his voice laced with awe.
Holy shit.
“Did you weaponize a fuckin’ Hellhound?” I demanded.
“No, she weaponized a Hellhound alpha,” Sam replied.
“Open the gates,” Andrea ordered, her voice nearly drowning out his. Without question, Ryder pulled open the hangar gate door. The deep growl that came from inside the darkness was intense in a way I felt down in my very bones.
Winston howled, but I didn’t dare turn my back.
From the shadows, another Hellhound stepped out, snout parted and fangs bared. That massive head swung in our direction, and we froze. Its dark gaze honed in on us. I’d fought Hellhounds before, but nothing could prepare me for this—not one decked out in heavy metal armor.
It stalked past us, its attention refocusing on Winston as it responded to his call.
“You have a Hellhound army…” Ryder whispered.
“We have a Hellhound army,” Sam confirmed.
And then all hell broke loose.
CHAPTER 39
Six Hellhounds.
Six hunters.
Four vampires.
Yeah, it was just as crazy as it fucking sounded.
But it was also crazy enough that it could work.
Six Hellhounds against four vampires more than evened the odds in our favor. There was a good chance we’d be walking—or flying—out of here with Ryder safe.
“We are so gettin’ a fuckin’ Hellhound after this,” I whispered. I didn’t have a clue how you ended up with a trained and weaponized Hellhound, but I wanted one. I’d have that thing following Ryder around like the best goddamn bodyguard one could find.
“Stay back, and let the hounds fight,” Sam ordered. “Andrea, Nash, and Cole will stick with them. I’m coming to you, Gray. The only thing we’re focusing on is protecting Ryder. Once—”
