" What?" Allyson asked, startled.
" The werewolves? Remember them?" Jasmine reminded me.
" Where and what are we doing?" Allyson asked, getting to business.
" I'm going to see the pack leader of the werewolves-" Jasmine started.
" I thought we were going," Allyson interrupted, putting emphasis on the 'we'.
" Snappy. We are." Jasmine argued, "Just not together," Jasmine amended meekly.
" Why should I have to meet werewolves?" Allyson asked, she said it like it was a dirty word. Allyson hated werewolves and their whole stupid world. Jasmine knew this.
" Come on Ally, you have werewolf in your blood," Jasmine said persuasively.
" Don't remind me," Allyson growled.
" Besides you won't be meeting just werewolves," Jasmine practically whispered.
" What the hell are you hiding from me?" Allyson demanded.
" While I meet with the king of the werewolves and his mate, you'll be meeting with their allies," Jasmine said with dignity.
" Who are their allies?" Allyson asked, anger drained by curiosity.
" Hellhounds," Jasmine muttered seriously.
" Hellhounds?" Allyson was taken aback, " The Council exterminated them long ago."
" It appears we missed some," Jasmine continued mechanically.
" And why am I going?" Allyson asked.
" Because a Soul Huntress is the only Huntress to ever kill a hellhound," Jasmine said and looked at her in awe.
" Bullshit," Allyson said in a monotone.
" No seriously. Not even the Huntress of Death can kill them. I mean we can torture them until there's almost nothing left," Jasmine explained.
" Soul magic," Allyson and Jasmine muttered together.
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The hellhound pack lived in a big house. A giant house, one with lots of acres surrounding it. The house had a huge black gate in front of it.
" Oh, look it's the gate to hell," Allyson muttered.
She was in the middle of nowhere. Well, actually, she was in Mexico. Surrounded by desert. Civilization was no where to be seen.
Allyson tensed as she drove through the gate. Old enemies were here. Allyson felt the urge to run, but she kept driving.
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She actually had to wait after she knocked on the door. Oh, come on, the pack knew she was here. They had butlers and maids, were rich and had very acute senses. Why couldn't they open the door?
Allyson started to tap her foot when the door opened. A man stood there. Allyson immediately took a risk assessment. The man was muscular, clearly a hellhound, over six feet, and tense. But he wasn't just over six feet, he made her 5"8' look tiny.
" Hello," She greeted, not being friendly.
" Soul Huntress," His voice was low, " Come in."
Allyson briskly walked past him and into the house. She was here on business.
" My name is Jonathan, you are?" He asked.
" You may call me Soul Huntress or Huntress of Souls," Allyson answered briskly.
In that instant eight more people descended down the stairs. All of them were tall and muscular, though not as tall as Jonathan.
" Would you like to meet them, or just ignore them so we can get to business?" Jonathan asked, his voice bitter.
Did their names really matter? No. Allyson had a singular goal, to make sure as many beings as possible survived on her team. She didn't care if they liked her or not.
Allyson ignored it and answered without hesitation, " Business, we have strategizing to do."
