Bruce's POV

The gunshot cracked through the warehouse and my world exploded into slow-motion horror. Beverly moved before my mind could process the sound, diving sideways to shield her mother with her own body. The bullet caught her while she was still moving and spun her around with speed.

Blood bloomed across her side, dark and spreading fast. She hit the concrete floor and the sound of her body on the floor would haunt me forever. My wolf erupted with rage so much that it consumed ...