Caspian looked at the small toy-like thing that his cousin threw at him. He had a deep frown on his forehead while he examined that object.
The pistol was made out of walnut wood. It also had a few pieces of silver attached here and there, which Caspian thought was there just for decoration purpose.
He looked at Hamilton and then asked, “What the hell is this? When you described it to me the last time, I thought it would look… I don’t know… Scary?” He pointed at the pistol and said in a disgruntled voice, “But this thing looks exactly like the handle of a cane.”
Needless to say, Caspian was unimpressed by the pistol. He didn’t believe that the piece of wood that he was holding would even graze the werewolves, let alone kill them.
Without saying a word, Hamilton grabbed the pistol from Caspian, aimed at his left arm, and then shot him without hesitating for a second.
It took a second for Caspian to let what happened to sink in.
