My wolf rose.
Charles’s body slid off my broad, hairy back and landed face up on the floor, the little white bow in her hair glowing like the moon in a blood red sky. The puddle spread rapidly, staining my giant paws. My best friend… my real sister… her eyes stared, but she would never see the whole me. She was gone. Just like that.
Thalia screamed.
“Shoot it!” One of the males shrieked. “Shoot it, babe!”
Another pop. Pain lanced my hindquarters. A match tossed into the powder keg of my heart. I whirled in the tight space and plowed over Finnian and the human males to get to the screaming middle-aged female. She backed up against the door leading to the next car, waving her pocket pistol with one hand while the other sought the door handle.
No mercy.
The gun popped and flashed, sendi
