Josiah
Watching Olivia die once was the worst moment of my life. Standing helplessly while my beta leveled a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun at her chest was a close second. Sweat was rolling off my brow, and I was so panicked that my wolf kept erupting, threatening to take over my reason and logic with pure animal instinct. But as I calculated the distance between me and Elton, and the trajectory of the bullet, I knew we were still too far away to attack. If he fired now, Olivia would die, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
And damn it if she didn’t keep stepping closer, trying to reason with a man who had clearly gone quite mad.
At that moment Chris misstepped, and the crack of a twig carried easily to my hyper-aware ears. I cursed silently, but Elton didn’t even twit
