Nora's POV
"Gideon claims he's never encountered hellhounds capable of merging or transforming into rats." Ophelia slides her phone back into her bag. I glance away from the road briefly to catch her expression. "It sounds absolutely insane when I voice it like that."
We're heading toward the bar, though we have zero plans to actually enter. The hellhound is destroyed—we're fairly certain—but I need visual confirmation. I did choose practical footwear this time, just in case trouble finds us. These combat boots actually complement the romper nicely, at least I believe so. I've packed every weapon we could potentially need, and everyone's carrying vanquishing potions.
Look at that. I'm actually prepared this round.
"Did he offer any other insights?" Reyna inquires.
"He appeared genuinely puzzled by the entire situation."
"Join the club," I mutter under my breath.
"He explained that hellhounds are corporeal entities summoned from hell. They lack shapeshifting abilities."
