Maryelle’s POV
My pulse spikes. I glance at Phantom—his brow furrows, confusion mirroring mine as we both step out of the vehicle. The night air is thick, heavy with humidity, and the silence of the empty road presses against my ears like a warning.
Before either of us can speak, the driver whirls around, machine gun raised, barrel leveled at Phantom’s head.
I move without thought. The first spray of bullets tears through the air, copper rounds blurring past. I intercept, body shifting into the Intercrossed and snapping into motion, shielding Phantom. Copper bullets—every single round is lethal to werecreatures. Lethal to him.
No time for hesitation. I slam my boot against the driver’s chest. He stumbles, trying to reload, but my fist crashes into his jaw. Bone meets knuckle. He cru
