Giselle
“Mother fucker!” I curse as Tristan rushes to the fray at the end of the hall.
Haley places her hand on my shoulder and gives me a grim smile, “What do we do?”
I sigh and give her a comforting smile, “Now, we wait.”
I hate that I’m hiding as my mate and his people fight. But I know that I have to protect Haley and Eliza.
Rowan and Jules appear at that moment, their expressions grim and their bodies covered with blood.
“We killed the creature,” Jules mutters.
I shake my head, “The creatures are not dying, Jules.”
Jules’ brow furrows, “What do you mean?”
As the creatures’ wails resound across the room, I shrug my shoulders, “They found a way to multiply.”
Rowan glances around, “Where’s Tristan.”
I toward the hallway where you hear the sound of gunfire, “The doors are lock
