As soon as Cern felt his injuries heal he struggled out of the bed. He'd been visited by the Healer and Bel again, and Emma had scolded him to no end. He grinned. It showed it she cared. He was headed back to the Hell Hound's room. He was determined to end this once and for all. The Hound would not injure his Emma, nor drag her back into the Darkness, he was determined of that. Cern clutched the sharpened antler at his neck. He'd been whittling away at it, turning it into a knife. It meant sacrificing a few of his antler points in Stag Form, but he didn't care. Anything for his Emma.
The door of the Hell Hound's room loomed, and Cern snuck around the doorframe on silent feet. The Hound was curled up, asleep in the Summoning Circle in the center. The shadows that usually ate a
