If the werewolves transformed before I handled the bounty hunters and all the vampires, might as well kiss the kids goodbye.
I was yet to fight with the leaders of each of the teams circling us. The leaders were often the best. Not to mention, an Advisor was qualified as the best in their communities, second to their leaders and the High Council members. And, there was one here. To make it worse, Rob would no doubt be better than his old man. That was the thing with fathers—well, parents on a whole—they trained their kids to be better than them. I was full proof of that.
The echo of a gunshot blasted through the air. I staggered backward when the bullet pierced through my abdomen. My entire stomach went numb.
Fucking shit!
The bounty hunters not only had bows and arrows but guns with wooden bullets seasoned in the same ingredients as the arrows.
