There wasn't any pain like I expected. Instead, I heard a grunt.

"Damn it!"

I opened my eyes.

Lucas was clutching his shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers.

"Drop the gun, Lucas, or I swear I'll blow your head off." Logan's angry voice cut through my foggy mind.

He was the last person I wanted to see right now. Mainly because I felt ashamed. He'd tried to warn me before, but I didn't fucking listen.

"I've got ...