The Watcher by Voisin Lisa

Author:Voisin, Lisa [Voisin, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: reincarnation, YA, Inkspell Publishing, fantasy, The Watcher, Lisa Voisin, angels
Publisher: Inkspell Publishing
Published: 2013-02-26T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The next morning, the sound of growling startled me awake. The air in my room felt cool and damp against my skin, and through my open curtains, clouds hung in the sky like huge black sponges, blocking the sun. I sat up, kicking the blankets off, and listened. Over the sound of heavy rain beating on the roof, I heard another snarl. Close. I’d know that sound anywhere.

Hellhounds.

Could they see me inside my house? Tell if I was awake? They were ghostly at times, neither in this world nor out of it. Could walls keep them out, or would they just come rushing in? The more afraid you are, the more they materialize, Michael had said.

Great, I thought, realizing that my skin was already starting to prickle with cold sweat; my mouth tasted of iron. Now what?

I didn’t know how well they could see, but I didn’t want to take any chances. Avoiding the windows and leaving all the lights out, I grabbed my housecoat and sneaked into the hallway.

I checked Mom’s room and heard her slow, rhythmic breathing through the door. She was still asleep.

Should I wake her and try to explain what these things were? If I did, if she believed me, it would only frighten her. I’d be willing to bet that two scared people were better than one when it came to materializing hellhounds. I couldn’t take that chance, not when I didn’t know how to fight them. Last time I’d encountered these things, Michael had been there to scare them away.

Something twitched at my throat, the necklace from Fatima thrumming as it had around Damiel. Was he nearby too?

Standing in the hallway, I took deep breaths, fighting the urge to panic. The clicking of the old furnace, the humming of the fridge, and the incessant pelting of rain against the roof were almost deafening. Drowning it all out was the sound of my own breathing, the hammering of my own heart. I wished Michael had told me more about hellhounds. I had no idea how to fight these things and I couldn’t outrun them. But the growling had stopped. Perhaps they were gone.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a big knife. In the dark, I showered and quickly dressed, all the while listening for any more growls and not hearing any. I was so tense that when my doorbell rang, it was all I could do not to scream.

I checked the door. Michael stood there, shaking some of the rain from his hair.

I forgot all about hellhounds. “What are you doing here?”

“Making sure you get to school alive.” He motioned to the cedars in the far corner of my front yard. Behind them, a lone hellhound paced. It was solid, its wet fur matted. Seeing me, its red eyes flared and held mine, sending a terrible chill up my spine. If I’d gone out alone, it would have attacked.

I stepped back from the door. “I heard it this morning.”

“There was another breach last night,” he said.

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