CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
“KILL HIM!!” Angie shrieked as she began unloading her shotgun into the flailing Garrou, snapping Peter back to the fight at hand.
She pumped new rounds into the chamber as fast as she could and shot straight into Garrou’s face. The shotgun blasts seemed only to obscure his vision. His attacks were uncontrolled swings as if he were blinded by the shots, slashes that were often so wild they gouged into the walls or became blunted by the overhanging loft, under which they stood. A flurry of scattered shotgun pellets dropped harmlessly to the floor after every shot Angie took; frustration and fear animated Peter when he realized the guns were having no effect.
“WILL YOU f*****g DIE!!” Peter screamed as he stepped forward and flung the remaining holy water directly into G
