CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Angie had tossed her shotgun aside when she’d shot the last shell at Garrou and had pivoted back with her final preloaded gun only to see Peter stepping closer and blocking her from shooting, too. He blasted Garrou with three quick shots from a gun that roared like a cannon and that seemed to knock the beast back with every hit.
She couldn’t understand at first why Garrou paused but looked down to see a puddle of dark red blood streaming from his feet even as she heard Peter scream, “HIS LEGS AND FEET, THEY’RE VULNERABLE! SHOOT HIS LEGS, SHOOT HIS LEGS, SHOOT HIS LEEEEEEGS!!”
Angie brought the shotgun up to her shoulder and was moving forward when she glanced over at Peter, knowing before it happened that his gun was about to jam, leaving him exposed to the enraged m
