TRISTAN'S POV“Remember, no shots fired until I say so, boys. How are we feeling?”“Good, bouncy even.” It was Cavill that replied first, and I understood perfectly why. He was trying to impress, but I didn't mind. All I wanted was for him to do a good job. Henry only nodded, cradling his revolver. He was frowning as usual, and I wanted him to do whatever he thought was best for him. I only wanted him to function as well as he usually did, nothing more. The alarm rang, the shrill sound drawing all of us out of our various shells. Grabbing my revolver from my belt loop, I opened the door, and gestured for them to do so. It was show time. Signaling to Henry, I waited, my gun by my side as I allowed my eyes to roam the streets for any unwanted eyes. Roaring, Henry broke the door in one swift move, and the next second we were in elder Jeremiah's home. From the silence, I knew they were all in their rooms. Snarling, I transformed, allowing the upper part of my body to become a wolf c
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