“Three.”
Victor pulls his trigger at the same moment as two of his Betas. All three of Rafe’s troops fall to the ground, shrieking hideously.
Victor grimaces at the sounds, but works to stay perfectly still. This is one thing that is different from actual combat. If this had been a real-life situation, he and his Betas would have aimed to kill, and Rafe’s Betas would have fallen to the ground as silent as stones.
As it is, Rafe’s Betas are free to shriek to their heart’s content. In fact, they’re almost unable not to, considering the horrible wolfsbane now working its way into their bloodstream.
His instinct, in this moment, is to move away from racket of the shrieking Betas, whose noise is letting Rafe know that at least some members of Victor’s own team are within shooting range o
