As though time had slowed, Rory watched the bullet emerge from the gun and pierce the air, her heart the target it would hit.
She watched as the impossible happened. The bullet shot out of the gun, but instead of slamming into her chest, it braked in mid-air, its momentum freezing as it hovered inches away from Rory.
At the exact instant, a gust of wind tore through the alley and the red headed man let out a blood curdling scream. He had collapsed backward onto the ground, knocked over by a massive animal, its gray fur all Rory could see.
“Oh, sh*t.”
Rory glanced up at the voice and saw Mel standing in the middle of the alley. Her hand was raised in front of her and there was an energy pulsating out of her palm, a twisting mirage of air that created a link between her and the bullet.