20

Zeke and Trevor were still shooting from the window, not paying attention to what was going on behind them. I jogged over to Zeke and grabbed bullets from the floor next to him.

I held out my hand. “Give me your gun.”

His head jerked toward me, and his eyes bulged. “Go put on clothes and let the men handle this.”

Even though I was his queen, he still disregarded me, and I had to put an end to it. I allowed alpha will to creep into my voice. “Give me the gun. I won’t ask again. You shot Jack. You can’t be trusted with a firearm. Now, stay put and only do what I or the royal advisors tell you to.”

Jaw tensing, he snarled as his wolf forced him to hand me the gun. The cool metal felt foreign in my hands, but I had to trust I could do enough damage with the weapon. I’d seen Dad load his gun often, so I added more bullets as I moved to the front door.

Callie, what the hell are you doing? Miles growled.

Protecting my people. I opened the door, raised the gun, and stepped outside. I fired ro