The stake flew true and through. It travelled through the air, guided and powered by Willow’s arm. Moorehouse had a gun, but he wasn’t a fighter. A cunning a**hole, but not a fighter by any means. As such, he was unprepared when the stake sailed right at him. But instead of going through his heart like Willow had hoped, it only nicked his shoulder.

But thankfully, it was the shoulder that was connected to his gun hand, and as such, he stumbled back, and fired wildly ...