Chapter 17
Despite being cannon-loud, the g*n shot wasn’t close. Or, I didn’t think it was close. No glass shattered. The car continued rolling forward, albeit sluggishly, suggesting no tire had been punctured.
But Luke was shifting. My hand grabbed the wheel just in time to steer us over to the shoulder while a wolf erupted out of Luke’s clothes.
“That came from the pack’s direction.” His words in my head were laser focused. “Guns have been f*******n within Clan Acosta since my grandfather’s time....”
And yet another random rule appeared out of nowhere. I wanted to laugh but clenched my lips together since I had a feeling the sound might come out borderline hysterical. I definitely needed a Skinless for Dummies guidebook.
“Lone wolves often carry guns,” Luke continued. “They haven’t
