Clara Bennett
“Ryder!” I screamed as I saw him stagger from another gunshot. Blood was soaking through his shirt, but he kept fighting, claws out, tearing through Victor’s men like they were nothing. I couldn’t just stand there. I had to help him.
I grabbed a loose metal pipe from the floor and swung it as hard as I could at the nearest guard who was aiming at Ryder’s back. The pipe connected with a sickening crack, and the man went down. My arms shook from the impact, but I didn’t stop. “Get away from him!”
Ryder turned his head toward me for a split second, his eyes wide with fear. “Clara, no! Get back!”
But it was too late. Another guard grabbed me from behind, his arms wrapping around my waist like a vice. I screamed and kicked, swinging the pipe wildly, but he ripped it from my ha
