Josie POV
“Where the hell are you going?” Conan yelled.
“I’m going to catch him! Make sure Braxton’s okay.”
“Josie!”
I kept running despite his yells. I saw the shooter in sight. He was fast, but the parked cars slowed him down. He looked familiar. I’d seen him before.
He turned around and lifted his arrow.
“Crap,” I gasped.
I turned and hid behind a tree as the arrow flew across the parking lot and pierced the tree I hid behind.
“Hey!” I yelled.
He pointed his bow at me before his eyes glowed neon red. He shifted into a jet black wolf with spiky fur. I knew I’d lost him then. He ran off at the speed of light.
I couldn’t shift fully yet. When I inspected the arrow, I realised that it was a good thing because the tip of the arrow was made of silver. That meant Braxton was clingi
