The white sedan suddenly lurched violently as a black pickup truck rammed into us with brutal force. The impact sent us spinning across the road.
“Get down!” Adrian shouted as silver bullets designed to harm werewolves began flying through the air.
Gunfire erupted around us, and I was terrified. My wolf whimpered in fear as I trembled in the car, pressing myself against the floor.
Armed mercenaries broke the windshield with brutal efficiency, their faces hidden behind tactical masks. These weren’t Connor’s usual enforcers - they were professional killers.
“Run, Vanessa!” Adrian urged desperately. “I’ll hold them back!”
His wolf form partially emerged as he prepared to fight, his body already shifting to protect me. But the mercenaries were prepared for werewolf capabilities.
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