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“How the f**k did this happen?” Mara demanded.
No one answered.
For once, her father didn’t chastise her for her language. They were both standing over Connell’s hospital bed. He’d been rushed there after Derrick had called them for help. They’d been ambushed in the woods, pinned down by automatic gunfire—a human weapon, not magic.
The bullets had been impregnated with silver. Connell had taken three slugs, two to the chest and one that passed through his upper arm. He’d managed to get down behind a boulder, but it had been too small to provide complete cover.
Leeland had been killed. He’d shielded Connell, who had been his superior officer in the Army. The younger wolf had taken multiple hits before a bullet to the head ended his life. Derrick had been hit too, but not before he’d
