Twenty-Five

Mykel’s POV

Elijah took charge of the entire situation, my mind shutting down as I stared down at Lilith. Her body was becoming clammy with the more blood she lost. Had the bullet been normal steel there would have been a chance even if only a slight one she would have begun to heal. Though as she grew weaker, I knew the bullet had to at least have contained traces of silver. Pack members everywhere scattered. Women cried and screamed as they gathered their pups before taking them down to the bunkers out of fears of an impending attack. Suddenly another shot hit the wall behind me making it clear I was their target. My wolf sensing the danger of losing not only his life, but his mates fought me for control. Our angers merging together as storm clouds gathered in the sky erasing any trace of the once bright stars, darkening the already blackened sky. Claps of thunder so loud the buildings shook before the ground vibrated under my feet leaving an open gorge in the ground. Feeling my han