The Blackhood home

Previously

…Tick tock, Eleanor. The hunt has begun. Her blood ran cold. She showed the message to Rossi, who swore under her breath. “It’s already started,” Rossi said. “We’re running out of time.” Eleanor stared at the message, her mind racing. She had come to the Blackwood home seeking answers, but all she had found were more questions, more danger. And now, the entity was hunting her. She looked out the window at the passing landscape, the rolling hills, the dark forests. Somewhere out there, the Devourer was waiting. And it would not stop until it had her. “I won’t let it win,” she said quietly. “I won’t let it take me.” But even as she said it, she wondered if she had any choice at all.