TERESA'S P.O.V.
The heavy doors of the hall closed with a resounding thud, muffling the hushed murmurs of the departing pack members. I exhaled deeply, my chest still tight from the adrenaline coursing through me. My hand, still entwined with Lucian's, trembled slightly as I processed what had just happened.
Even though, I just made a light comment about getting a massage from Lucian, my mind was a whirlwind.
I shot a man.
It wasn't the act itself that shocked me—thanks to Adrian and Juliette, I was now capable of defending myself and those I cared about—but the sheer instinct behind it. I didn't think. I didn't hesitate. The moment Maverick started running his mouth, belittling Lucian because of his blindness, it was as if something primal within me took over. Fury, hot and unforgiving, burned through my veins, and before I knew it, my hand moved on its own.
The sound of the gunshot still echoed faintly in my mind.
