THIRTY SECONDS, my wolf whispered as I dropped down by Troy’s side and attempted to stem the flow of squirting blood. My inner beast was unfazed by murder, was instead intent upon our own escape. Us or him, she reminded me before returning to her count. Twenty-eight, twenty-seven, twenty-six....
“Here,” Sebastien said, lifting the rifle out of my unyielding grasp and pulling me back to my feet in the process. Then turning toward my cousin, he c****d his head. “Lead the way.”
Skin-on-skin contact with my mate extinguished my indecision at last, and I ran flat out behind my friends until the effort of maintaining my breath cut into my ability to think or grieve. So it wasn’t until we reached our destination that I managed to gasp out the question I should have considered much sooner. “Do w
