Eliza turned back to her father, tending to his makeshift bandage and touching his head. Other than the shoulder wound, his condition seemed to be fine. She chatted to him and he chatted back, as if nothing were the matter.
And then came the second gunshot of the night. Eliza and Hayden spun around, taking in their surroundings. Andrew was standing up, arms to the side. He had a g*n in his right arm, and it was smoking. A loud cry of pure anguish emanated from the distance. Eliza could see the shape of the other werewolf as he lay on the ground. The man was standing over him, weeping uncontrollably.
“What did you do?!” Hayden yelled at Andrew.
“I shot the thing that threatened my family.”
“He was going away!” Hayden growled.
“He was a threat,” Andrew responded calmly.
The sound of cr
