Tyler’s P.O.V.
I had thought about a lot of ways in which I could die over the years. For example, getting crushed by a tree in the middle of a thunderstorm, dying of a heart attack or just from old age, a car crash, getting killed by a rogue during an attack on my pack. But never in a million years would I have come up with this stupid one to actually be the reason for getting me killed. Getting gunned down by a f*****g mobster. The bullet to my leg didn’t do much for me in terms of damage, other than hurt like a mother fucker. But I knew it was just a matter of time before I would heal back up and be like my old self again. But when the asshole had fired not once, not twice but a freaking SIX times at my chest, I knew I was in big trouble here. Because The Moon Goddess alone knew now
