Damien’s POV:
The sound of the gunshot split the courtyard into two.
For the span of a second, as the silver bullet left the barrel of the gun, everything froze – sound stretched thin, colors became muted, the wind stopped moving, and each and every wolf had stopped moving.
Everything slowed, except me.
Then, the chaos shredded the long moment into pieces.
I was barely thirty meters away from the guard, a mere instant at the speed of a bullet.
Instinct took over, my grip on my wolf loosened, and I moved.
The bullet trailed through the air towards me, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw some markings on it. I could have dodged, it would have strained my body, but I could have.
But, I didn’t.
Without thinking, I slapped at it. My palm met metal, and heat scorched my fles
