The Hellhounds are feared throughout the region for their precision as much as their savagery. The dispassionate Naz, one of their finest, is the personification of every reputation they have earned. She has witnessed every horror, and personally ordered most of them if the allegations are half-true. A human that survives the rampage of a turf skirmish fights to put his life back to normal. The attention of the Hellhound Queen makes that difficult. **SPANISH SPEAKERS: I don't speak Spanish. Might as well learn somehow--struggling along with writing this story will hopefully provide me with practice. Now if I could just figure out how to "roll an R."**