Quinn slid to his knees before pressing his hand against his stomach. Blood poured out of the gunshot wound. Sawyer’s eyes widened and her heart thudded against her chest. The pounding filled her ears. Turner approached Quinn, standing over him.
“Your brother said he’d prefer you back alive, but it wasn’t a requirement,” Turner said as Tucker stood, regaining his composure.
Sawyer darted to his side, tears stinging her eyes. She couldn’t take them both on and Logan couldn’t hold herself against a fully-grown wolf. Quinn looked at her and gave her a half smile as his skin paled. Her hands shook and she wasn’t sure where to put them.
“Get up,” Tucker spoke sharply as his nostrils flared. “Try a stunt like that again and that bullet will go much higher.” He thumped Quinn’s head be
