Elise.
I slumped heavily against the rough corridor wall, its cold, unforgiving surface biting straight through the thin fabric of my shirt. At the far end of the dark hallway, Hunter stood like a wall of lethal muscle. The deafening, rhythmic cracks of his gun echoed through the house, blowing chunks of drywall into dust as two men tried to scramble through the jagged remains of a shattered window.
“Technically, the previous day is over,” he replied, his tone infuriatingly lazy as he slammed a fresh magazine into the magwell without sparing me a single glance.
“How comforting,” I snorted, my chest heaving as my eyes darted toward the front entrance. Darius had bolted into the darkness after another wolf moments earlier, and the empty doorway now yawned like the mouth of a starving beas
