Julian’s POV
A bullet hit the dirt near my leg. I scrambled at once, dashing out of the way, as five more consecutive shots fired, each hitting behind me. Three pierced the side of the car. One into a nearby tree. And the final nearly into my chest had I not stopped at the last second.
A figure appeared in the door way of the house. He tossed aside a six-shooter pistol, then lifted the barrel of a shotgun. The scatter of a shotgun was much harder to dodge.
And I was tired of running.
Growling, I half-shifted as I lunged toward the figure, recognizing him halfway as a Healer from the hospital – Healer Kevin?
Had he been the one poisoning my Mom?
My confusion left me confused for a moment, and as I was lunging, Kevin lifted the gun with his own werewolf speed and fired.
The scattersh
