Chapter 147

The bullets were made to not pierce through their obstacle, the distance took care of the rest, so once lodged in- they'd have no exit wounds. The shell casings retrieved soon as they fall. It was a matter of aggregate six seconds. To kill four men, and take the passenger with them. Ian was under local anesthesia- just a heavier dose. It'd prove difficult to knock an adult wolf down but it was enough for a six-going on seven kid. Rhys took the bridge, Evan the west route to den territory while Noah hid the boy in a body bag (easier to carry) when he hardly weighed 60 pounds. Noah always kept it to himself but he was impressed of the fragile strength children represented. By the time everyone grew up, they had an adulterated understanding of strength. Like something to be proven, it became more about others.

Vanessa stayed in the emergency room, expecting the worst. Because she had felt his pulse go out for a second. The life plucked. His life but then his scent was appearing closer.