Chapter 13
It was the word “Dad” and the familiar scent more than the cold reality of the weapon that gave me pause. If this pup was Stormwinder’s son, then I needed to treat him with kid gloves. No ruptured spleen, no broken bones...nothing more than a little lost face, and preferably not too much of that.
So rather than taking the easy way out and barking the pup into line, I twisted out of his grip. One moment I was captured. The next moment, the pistol was sailing off into the undergrowth as the young male rotated over my shoulder to land with a thud onto his back.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed one of Junior’s companions shifting into human form and turning toward the spot where the weapon had so recently disappeared. After stilling this second opponent with a curt “Down,”
