Full description: After the murder of her son Maggie is brought into the heart of the Alexandria werewolf pack in Louisiana; but when she comes face to face with Bran something in her that broke was fixed and other things have been breaking even more the longer she knows him.
The gun was held steady, a Desert Eagle aimed right between his eyes. The unblinking cold bronze eyes of the female in charge of that gun glared at him from the opposite end of the barrel. He didn't deserve to breathe the same air that he'd stolen from the child who limply hung from his grasp, dead. She'd been too late to save him, the five-year-old stolen from his own little bed in the dark of the night.
Her heart iced over, that coldness in her eyes dropping to the rest of her body. A killer's cool calculation slipped through her as she watched him ready to drop him in a second.
"Yours… Mine now…" he growled out aiming a feral smile at her.
Her stance changed ever so slightly to make up for the recoil before she shot him right between the eyes, a silver bullet burrowing into his brain before seconds later another tore through his heart killing him twice over. The female dropped her gun before falling to her knees gathering the little one into her arms.
The shadows moved and she couldn't help but look up into the wolf's pale golden gaze, she knew this was a werewolf and obviously not the first one she'd been face to face with. She obviously didn't know this one but she knew enough to look away from his gaze.
"I just watched him kill my son, he deserved it. You'd better get out of here before the cops show up…" She watched him disappear, his coat blending into the shadows the further away he got.