My heart pounded against my ribs. My breathing grew shallow. All I could see was the end of the gun’s barrel.
“You don’t want to do this,” I said, raising my hands in a passive gesture.
“You don’t understand,” the man said, gripping his gun so tightly that his hand shook. “I have to do this. He said that I do.”
I blinked in confusion.
“Who said that you have to?”
“I-I’m sorry. I can’t tell you.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeffrey sneaking up on the gunman. I just needed to keep him distracted for a little longer.
“Yes, you can. You’re going to kill me anyway, right? I deserve to know who wants me dead.”
The man growled in frustration and ran his free hand through his hair.
“You don’t understand!”
Just as the homeless werewolf c****d his gun, Jeffrey pounced on him. He
