14
ALI
Dear God, please say I didn’t kill them.
Please let them still be alive.
I’d been careful—shot them close to their hearts, but not in direct line. I had to trust what Rachel had told me was true: that bullets didn’t kill shifters. Not unless they were shot in the head.
But… f**k!
I was scared I’d killed them. So scared. I’d never shot anything more than tin cans.
I knelt at Holt’s side, my heart hammering in my ears. He blinked at me, wheezing, but no words came out. Then he passed out.
Fuck! I’d planned to explain to him what was happening, that it had all been a trap. Now there was no time—Hollaroy was watching me. With shaky hands, I grabbed his gun, wallet and cell phone.
“They dead?” Hollaroy demanded, walking closer.
I sped to Theo’s side and snatched up his things b
