One moment, River paused several feet in front of Joe, saying something. The next, he raised his other hand in front of him, holding a gun.
Bang!
The sound ricocheted through the air. And there was so much blood. Joe was flung backward and hit the ground. He never moved again.
I flinched, a cry falling from my throat. “No!”
The horror turned my body to ice, and tears pooled in my eyes. What the fuck!
The sharp pain of grief flowed straight into my chest, and my pulse raced through my veins, through my whole body.
Gasping, I floundered into the room and my legs slackened beneath me. I dropped to my knees and cried into my hands from the sheer shock of what I’d witnessed. My wolf whimpered, and she curled up tight inside me.
My throat squeezed, and each breath grew shallower. I drowned in a cold sweat as terror hollowed my chest cavity.
I wanted to scream.
I had to get out of here.