Chapter 352

Fenrir clenched his teeth, staring at the blood pouring from the bullet wound in his right arm, his expression twisted with rage. He never expected the woman he once saw as weak, barely worth his attention, to become someone this hard to kill. His own skill with a rifle had peaked in recent years—taking out a target like her should’ve been effortless. The idea that he'd be the one bleeding today? That hadn’t crossed his mind. He was still glaring at his wound, furious, when Emma Fletcher showed up. The second she laid eyes on him, she raised her gun and started shooting without a second of hesitation. “Bang, bang, bang!” Fenrir rolled and ducked, barely dodging the bullets. He was running on pure hatred now, practically consumed with the urge to end her. Too bad his arm was done for. The rifle he used had high recoil—great for range and damage, but not with a busted limb. What was usually just another shot for him was now impossible to control. He wanted her dead, badly. But survival c