Cara’s POV
With my wolf locked in slumber, I cannot shift to save myself. Regardless of whether the bullets in the gun are silver or not, I will likely die if struck by one or several of them.
The fury in Lilia’s face tells me she will not stop firing until I am nothing more than a blood smear on the ground.
Still I won’t make it easy on her.
Right as I tense, ready to try to dodge somehow, the door to the warehouse bursts open. I can’t turn to see who is there, but my heart already knows it’s Alaric.
Lilia pulls on the trigger and the gun fires with a loud popping sound.
A flash of gray fur jumps in front of me. The bullet hits the wolf, but he does not stop. The minute his paws are on the ground once more, he repositions himself and springs forward toward Lilia.
Before he can reac
