KAT
Calculated Violence
The gunman swings his pistol toward me, and time crystallizes into sharp-edged clarity. I can see everything—the calculation in his eyes, the way his finger tightens on the trigger with deliberate intent, the decision written across his face. If he can't kill the alpha, killing the alpha's mate sends a message written in blood and grief.
Through our bond, I feel Dave's terror spike into something primal and explosive. The world narrows to that single point: a finger squeezing metal, physics about to assert its brutal truth.
Then Dave moves.
I've seen him fight before, watched him put down challengers with controlled efficiency. But this is different. He doesn't just move fast—he transcends the concept of speed entirely. One heartbeat he's fifteen feet away, the
