Chapter 18
Metal pierced my palm as I raised both hands to fend off my opponent. But rather than depressing the plunger fully, Shepard flung himself backwards instead, mouth opening into an exaggerated O of distress.
“What...?” I started. This time, though, I heard the gunshot and saw the scattering leaves as the second bullet plowed into the ground between us. Dakota had apparently decided to come to my aid in precisely the manner I wouldn’t have chosen. Or maybe she’d simply been using me as bait all along, hellbent on removing this threat to werewolf-kind in the most final way possible.
“Get under the bridge!” I ordered the portly human, shaking the hypodermic out of my hand and capturing the plastic casing before the object could tumble away amid drifts of fallen leaves. Maybe it wa
