Chapter9

#Chapter9

He runs his hand through his hair. /"Fine, let them go, I don't care. Now give me the gun./"

/"And the girl in my cell./"

Ryker cuts in, /"This is ridiculous Alpha. She's just a little girl, take the gun from her./"

/"I am not a—/"

Ryker abruptly lungs towards me and grabs onto the arm holding the gun, pulling it down. The weapon almost slips from my grasp, and I fight to hang onto it. Then a shot rings in my ears.

/"Evangeline!/"

I let out a bloodcurdling scream and drop the gun to the grass. My hands spring up to my head, and I examine them, seeing small amounts of blood stained on my palm. The sight of the red liquid sends my head into an inevitable spin, as the sight of blood has always made my stomach rise. This blood though, this blood is my own and caused by my own frantic actions. I swallow and try to steady myself.