Elise.
“This day’s never going to end, is it?” I slumped against the rough wall, its cold surface pressing through the thin fabric of my shirt. At the other end of the dark hallway, Hunter fired shot after shot, the deafening cracks of the gun echoing like thunderclaps as two men tried to scramble through a shattered window.
“Technically, the previous day is over,” he replied, not sparing a glance as he reloaded.
“How comforting,” I snorted, my eyes darting toward the front entrance. Darius had bolted after another wolf earlier, and the empty doorway now yawned like the mouth of a beast, waiting for trouble to slither in. A flicker in my peripheral vision caught my attention—a shadow moving just beyond the jagged edges of the window, slinking toward the front door. My pulse quickened as
