Caught in their battle of wills, neither men noticed they were no longer alone. Not until there was the distinct sound of a gun being c****d.
“Checkmate this.”
Stefan’s blood ran cold as he caught sight of Amelia standing directly behind Bastard, her handgun pointed to the back of the Were’s head.
“Amelia, no!”
Amelia was already squeezing the trigger when Stefan cried out. With deadly accuracy the bullet smashed into the back of the Were’s head, the force of the blow sending him tumbling forward.
She instinctively kept the gun pointed at the stranger, her gut clenching as she watched the gaping hole in his skull swiftly knitting back together.
Where was the blood? The gore?
Not even the most powerful werewolf could be shot point-blank and not take a few minutes to recover.
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