“Olivian!”
Moira screamed as she saw the man’s shadow dart through the chaos of silver gas and black light.
Olivian Dunne, his face twisted with obsessive pride and ambition, no longer looked like the man Moira once knew. His eyes glowed red, not from wolf power, but from the effects of the dark serum he had secretly consumed from the Blackthorn laboratory.
Lyra Blackthorn, standing atop a military jeep, pulled the trigger of her silver rifle. “Die, Moira!”
Dor!
The gunshot cracked through the air. But just before the bullet could pierce Aidrian’s head, he was kneeling weakly from the Wolfsbane gas, Olivian leapt forward.
The silver bullet tore into his shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground.
“Olivian?” Lyra shouted in shock, her hand trembling. “What are you doing, you fool?
