"Nara! STOP!"
The door didn't just open; it exploded inward. Rico, his face contorted in a mask of pure, primal rage, didn't shift, he didn't have time. He tackled Nara from the side, his massive weight slamming her into the concrete wall.
The gun went off, followed by the sound of a bullet ricocheting off the ceiling.
"Run, Eloise!" Rico roared, his hands locked around Nara’s wrists.
"Rico, wait!" she screamed.
"I heard you," Rico growled, his voice low.
"I was at the top of the stairs, Nara. I heard everything."
Nara scrambled to her feet. She leveled the gun at Rico’s chest.
"You were always too loyal for your own good, Rico. You should have stayed in the yard with the rest of the sheep."
"The Silver Moon," Rico rasped, his hands curling into claws.
"You led them to the fir
