THALIA
The sound of the gunshots was deafening, sharp, and violent to our sensitive senses. For a long second, everything went blank, and my ears rang so loudly I couldn’t hear anything else.
Then I remembered that I wasn’t holding my son, and that was enough for me to snap back to my senses.
“Reagan?” I gasped, twisting in Rael’s hold even as he kept me pressed low.
My eyes searched frantically through the shadows, just to find the pup. Fortunately, I spotted him almost immediately, being held by Gino.
Gino had one knee knelt to the ground, a posture that could make it easier to get back up and run when needed. His arms wrapped tightly around Reagan’s small wolf body. Reagan was crouched low against him, ears flattened, eyes wide and glowing as he whimpered.
My son is safe... The t
