Thirty muzzles flashed at once.
The subterranean dark turned into a strobe light of blinding yellow and deafening violence. The sound didn't register as noise. It was a physical pressure that cracked the air, vibrating so violently in the marrow of Jane’s bones that her teeth rattled together.
Michael didn't flinch. He didn't turn to fight. The feral beast, lost to bloodlust mere seconds ago, made a singular, terrifyingly human choice.
He dropped his massive weight forward, crushing Jane against the concrete wall.
He became a fortress of muscle and fur. He buried her face in the crook of his neck, shielding every inch of her fragile human body with his own.
Silver bullets tore into his back. Jane felt the kinetic shockwave of every single impact reverberating through his chest and int
