#Chapter 124: Pull The Trigger

Ollie’s POV “One silver bullet, Ollie. And it’s all for you,” the caretaker says, leveling the gun straight at my heart. All at once, several things happen. The caretaker squeezes the trigger. My breath catches in my throat. My mates rage, shifting into even more intimidating forms, halfway between wolf and man. They are large burly beasts, barely fitting in the hallway. Conrad grabs the iron bars with his hands and, roaring, rips them apart. Declan pounces forward in a powerful leap, his jaws opened, going straight for the caretaker’s throat. Wes tugs me into his arms. The gunshot fires, the smell of gunpowder blasting through the air. Wes tries to turn me, but he’s not moving fast enough. Hugh leaps in the way of the bullet. Then the world stops entirely. Hugh, shifting back to human, looks at me with sudden tenderness. He lifts a shaky hand, but his touch never quite makes it to my face before he collapses. I try to catch him, but he’s too heavy. We both s