Human bone does not snap like a dry winter branch. It gives way with a wet, sickening crunch that vibrates straight up the arm and settles deep in the jaw.
Jane felt the exact moment the jagged window glass bypassed the Kevlar plating of Ryan’s tactical vest. It slid through muscle, scraped against his collarbone, and buried itself to the hilt.
Ryan did not roar like an Alpha. He shrieked like a terrified boy.
His finger jerked on the shotgun trigger. The blast went wide, blowing a shower of plaster and pulverized concrete down from the ceiling. The heavy weapon slipped from his grip, clattering uselessly against the blood-slicked marble floor.
Jane twisted her wrist. She dug the glass deeper.
She expected the old numbness to swallow her. She waited for the familiar, clinical detachme
