_Unexpectedly_

Grandpa Falkor fired a shot at Xavier. The silver bullet grazed Xavier’s shoulder, leaving only a small scratch before hitting a young werewolf standing behind him.

The teenage werewolf—who had secretly been about to attack Father Raven with his claws—fell to the ground, shot in the chest. We all froze, our eyes wide with shock.

Mother Lucinda, Xavier, and I stared at Grandpa Falkor in disbelief, realizing how sharp and quick his aim had been when none of us even noticed ...