Chapter Ten
As the sky was lit with fire and smoke plumed from the destruction of the city, Maggie was crouched behind a satin blue Prius, her heart thundering in her chest and her tongue thick with her pulse. Paralyzed by fear.
"I can smell you, you filthy human." The shapeshifter said with his half-human half-animal throat. "I can hear your heart beating."
She squeezed her eyes shut, her grip tightened on her gun, there were wood and silver bullets in the clip and one in the chamber all she had to do was aim and shoot. She had spent hours a day, over a period of long months at the gun range practising for this very moment.
"Why don't you come out?" The shapeshifter suggested and sniggered, the sound was like a large dog sneezing. "I'll go easy on you if you do."
All Delos could think about was getting to his soulmate, even as the blazing white-hot terror of the Blue Fire was eviscerating a horde of shapeshifters and he was seized by horrific pain his terror for Maggie outstripped even that.
The barrel of the gun was pointed, albeit shaking, at the half-man half-bear in front of her. He – it – was laughing at her. Brimming with mocking and arrogance it made her jaw clench and she wanted, in the moment of blind fury, to shoot him for that alone. "You're not a killer." He said as if he knew her.
She closed her eyes as she pulled the trigger
Miss S