Chapter 49-1

With an almighty screech of anger, Amanda throws herself at an alert Dante. Naturally, he's ready for her sneak attack, and it's laughable to think she has the gall to take on a werewolf, let alone an Alpha. A gasp of surprise escapes from my mouth as I spot the glimmer of silver she produces from her jacket at the last minute. That damn pistol! "Dante!" I scream desperately, racing forward to intervene. "No!" "Stay where you are, Aly!" Dante bellows. My sudden movements distract him a little, yet he flings himself away from Amanda's hurtling body, grasping the pistol as she whirls around to take aim. "Get down!" Naz yells. "Silver bullets--" The remainder of the room throw themselves to the floor, signalling exactly how severe even the mention of silver can be. Dante has already gotten his hands on the pistol, discharging the gun and throwing the silver bullets into a jewellery box placed on the mantelpiece, before slamming the cover shut with fi