A brief tremor was all the warning given before the hounds burst out of nowhere. Snarling, near-rabid, they flung themselves through the underbrush, snapping off branches and chipping away the bark of the untold acres of leafless trees. Thick, warm blood flowed from the damaged limbs, and the trees moaned.
"…he was going to leave me but I couldn't live without him I had these pills…"
"…disgraced my entire family but I did it again and she was crying I still…"
"…knew it was his child not the demon's child but it was still a monster we never should have…"