Don's POV
The bullet ripped through the windshield. My driver fell forward, dead. His foot mashed down on the gas pedal, and the car careened wildly to one side.
"When the tire of the vehicle slipped after my driver was struck by a bullet," I grunted through clenched teeth, replaying each moment, "the vehicle slid down the side of the ravine…"
The tires lost grip. Stone and dirt burst all around us as the car started its killing slide—skidding, bucking, rolling like a mad creature.
Time shattered in that moment.
I spun—and I looked.
I saw her.
Melody.
She wasn't yelling.
She was changing.
Right there in the back seat, her bones breaking and knitting, fur pushing through flesh. Her body contorted in midair as the car rolled over.
Her wolf—snow-white, shining even amidst the destr
