How to Tame a Hellhound (Hellhounds of Paradise Falls #3)

Chapter 1

Atlas (aka Fluffy)

I lay crouched down in the leaves, patient in my hunt. My regular hellhound form was not subtle—all darkness and flames—but when I’d been young I’d figured out how to mute it and look more wolf-like. It felt vaguely uncomfortable—like clothes that were just a little too tight—but then most clothes still felt weird to me. I preferred nudity, but humans were odd about such things. Even my hellhound packmates all wore clothes in their human form.

I mentally shrugged, sniffing the air silently.