Chapter 21Her throat constricted too tightly to breathe. The trembling in her hand that made the gun waver became stronger, until she was forced to grasp her right wrist with her left hand in order to steady it. Her brain was screaming at her to pull the trigger and finish what she’d started, but her hand was stayed by her hammering heart, each deafening beat bleeding with his name.
JasonJasonJason…
“Let him go.”
There was a small crash, and both werewolf and hunter turned their heads to see Colin stumbling forward from where he’d been pressed against the wall. Flanna automatically took a few steps toward him, but brought herself short when the reminder of the wolf loomed before her, wary of the danger it presented.
Not it. He. Jason.
“Let him finish the job, lassie,” Colin continued.
