Well, not really, but… Gabriel tensed when Peterson raised his gun again.
“I won’t miss this time,” the man snapped. “Two for the price of one.”
Gabriel’s gaze flickered to the panther creeping up behind Peterson. “You really don’t want to do this, Peterson. You won’t win. There are too many of us. Hundreds, maybe even thousands. You can’t get us all.”
Gabriel really had no idea how many shifters there were out there, but he wasn’t about to let Peterson know that.
“I don’t need to kill thousands,” Peterson said. “I just need to kill you.”
Gabriel spun around and plastered himself to the front of his mate, positive they were both about to die. Screams of terror had him turning back. Gabriel winced as he watched Dom tear into Peterson. The guy would not be walking away from this one. Dom was pissed, and he was taking it out on Peterson.
Gabriel glanced away when Peterson’s cries dwindled down to whimpers and then to nothing. He could smell the blood in the air and knew Peterson was no longer a problem for them. There was still someone out there, the man who had told Peterson about shifters.
Eventually, they would figure out who that was, although Gabriel suspected it was the same man who had tried to kill off his entire family. Whoever it was, they were using others to do his dirty work. All Gabriel and the others could do was hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst.
“Ready to go home, Gabe?”
Gabriel drew in his first calm breath in longer than he could remember. “Home sounds nice.”
