CHAPTER 8
AURORAAres and I ran through the deserted land of Hound Territory toward Medusa’s house, which sat on a single plateau on the terrifying, jagged Syncome Mountains range. Since I could run—and run faster than a normal wolf—now, we made it there in record time, without stumbling upon any fog or any hounds.
We shifted into our human form and walked up the dirt path lined with statues of gods and goddesses. And this time, I could only wonder if these were really just statues or real people who Medusa had turned to stone.
“This place always makes me nervous,” I whispered to Ares, glancing around at the bare mountain that held no signs of life or vegetation. Yet down below, on the opposite side of the mountain, monstrous growls echoed from a dark forest, shielded by thick leaves and
