"Thunk." The sound of an arrow piercing flesh was faint yet distinct. My steps finally halted, and a tall figure blocked my path at a speed nobody expected.
Time slowed to a crawl. My vision was filled with Klaus's handsome face. His sharp nose brushed against my cheek, his golden eyes gazing at me as if he had something to say.
His silver hair scattered around my ears, and Klaus's scent filled my nostrils. He leaned heavily against me, his face turning pale. He collapsed on my shoulder as if he had fainted.
On his back, I saw the long arrow with white feathers.
Ron's arrows were made of silver, the most harmful metal to werewolves. Silver intensified our pain receptors. Even the mightiest alphas would briefly lose control of their bodies after being hit.
For us in this crisis, that b
