GREG'S POV
My shoulders hurt like crazy. You never knew how much a gunshot hurts until you become a victim. When the shot was fired, I felt my bones rip apart as the bullet penetrated my shoulders. It felt surreal at first, but then realization dawned on me the moment I fell to the ground in weakness.
I could feel my soul leaving my body, and my muscles getting weak and paralyzed. Was this what death tasted like? Or was it worse?
I took a shot for Uncle Ethan because I just had to do it. When those unknown men came in, I knew they were here to kill Uncle Ethan, and then something clicked in me, “What if they kill Uncle Ethan, what will happen to the pack?”
Obviously, it would be in total chaos, with Lucille not knowing the kind of powers she had accumulated, to the council of elder
