Nora's POV
"It's Zerra," I blurt out, dashing toward the living room where I'd carelessly left her enchanted collar. "Zerra, down. Hold." My hellhound obeys without question, and I press my palm against the back of Renata's head to steady her as I hurry through the kitchen into the family room. The magical collar serves as a powerful glamour, transforming Zerra's appearance into that of an ordinary Irish Wolfhound.
"That's her actual appearance?"
"In the underworld, her coat burns with actual flames," I explain, watching my sister's expression shift to pure terror. I snap the collar around Zerra's neck and she immediately morphs back into what appears to be a normal dog.
"Like I mentioned before, we live completely different existences."
