Aila and Connor stared at each other as blood splattered from the side of his head; his eyes widened in shock before he collapsed to the ground with a bullet lodged into his head. Aila clutched her stomach in disbelief; Connor was dead. The man that took so much pleasure in causing her pain was lying cold on the floor, eyes open with blood spilling across the surface. She could hear her heart beating uncontrollably as the adrenaline and wolfsbane was still pumping through her system.