Leah's POV
Lucas wrestled the gun from Lester’s hand, aiming it at him.
"No!" Darren shoved Lucas’s arm, causing the bullet to hit a nearby chair instead.
"What the f**k are you doing, Swanson?! That freak’s going to kill us!" Lucas yelled.
"That freak is my brother!" Darren cried, a raw anguish in his voice.
Lucas lowered the gun, letting it clatter to the floor. Despite Lester's desperate struggles, my wolf refused to relent. Darren, with tears streaming down his face, approached me.
"Leah, let go of him," Darren pleaded.
My wolf, still in fight mode, snarled, but Darren wasn’t deterred. He met my gaze with a calm, steady stare. "Let go of my brother, Leah," he whispered, tears choking his voice.
Finally, my wolf released Lester. Blood gushed from his neck as he choked, drowning
