But Maya couldn’t move. Her wolf pulsed violently under her skin, but the fear gripped her. Not for herself for the baby.
“Kill her already!” Logan bellowed the old woman let out an inhuman shriek, the hallway lights flickering like a storm was brewing indoors.
Two more guards snapped to awareness and fired simultaneously.
One bullet hit her thigh. The other, her chest.
This time, the old woman fell like a marionette with its strings cut, dropping to the ground in a pool of thick black blood.
The rune fizzled, its glow dying.
Still breathing, barely.
“Lock her the f**k up,” Logan barked, blood boiling. “Don’t let that witch speak again. If she opens her mouth I swear you all will die with her.”
The guards rushed forward, more present now, dragging the old woman's limp body away in
