"The only one dying here is you," Oliver hissed, pulling the trigger with a swift motion. Time seemed to stretch, the world slowing down as the bullet sailed towards me, its path clear and menacing.
Rose's voice cut through the tension with remarkable clarity. "He's never going to hurt us again."
I felt a surge of energy as Rose took control. Instinctively, I ducked to the side, narrowly evading the bullet as it whizzed past me, missing by mere inches. Oliver’s fury was palpable as he quickly re-aimed, his misjudgment of a werewolf's speed proving fatal. As he fired again, I dropped to the ground and rolled toward him.
Oliver, struggling to regain his footing, didn’t move swiftly enough. Before he could fully rise, my elongated claws sliced across his throat—just a shallow cut, but deep
