Or the front door.
Four choices.
“Okay,” the man said. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we? Here we go. One.”
My fangs dropped.
“Two.”
Hair sprouted along my face and neck as my jaw began to stretch.
“Three.”
My claws dug into the wall, black hooks four inches long.
“Four.”
My eyes flashed, and I saw the world with the sharpness of a wolf.
“Five.”
I dove to the ground as the gunfire rang out. I loped away from the open door, bullets whizzing around me, plaster and shards of wood raining down around me. A bullet hit the ground less than a foot from my hand, creating a divot and causing the floor to splinter. I looked up in time to see a bullet hit the photograph on the wall, right between the two adults, the glass shattering. It fell to the floor, the frame broken and bent.
I went for the window to the left near the fireplace but snarled when a bullet grazed my arm, the burn excruciating. I pivoted right and was met with more gunfire.
A table lay overturned toward the back of the room. I leapt toward it, lan
ding hard on my shoulder on the other side, curling my legs against my chest, trying to make myself as small as possible. Bullets struck the table, causing it to vibrate, the wood splintering.
My arm ached, the wound not healing.
“Hold up!” the man shouted, and the guns stopped firing.
get up, the moon whispered. get up little prince get up and shift and run and hunt and kill
“You still alive, Omega?” the man called. “Thought I heard something in there. But I’m getting old, so it might’ve just been wishful thinking. Hearing’s not as good as it used to be.”
I was angry.
So fucking angry.
My hands shook.
My heart raced.
My fangs tore my bottom lip as I bit down.
I growled, low and deep.
“Ah,” the man said. “There you are. Heard that before. Cornered animal. Has a particular sound to it. Desperate. Pissed off. Willing to do anything to save itself. What will you do?”
“Boss,” a woman said. “I think I heard something in the woods. There’s—”
The man sounded annoyed when he said, “You didn’t hear shit, darlin’. The wolf is in the house. And he’s alone. He’s an Omega. There’s nothing else here.”
“But—”
“I swear to Christ if you don’t shut your mouth, I’ll come over there and shut it for you.”