Alaric didn't feel the pain at first. Not until Violet's face crumbled in terror, her golden eyes wide with horror. Then he looked down.
Not just one, but two gaping holes stared back at him from his chest.
It turned out Patrick's men hadn't all been killed. One had survived, and in the single moment the pack let their guard down, he did the one thing left since they had failed to destroy the North pack: kill its heir. Without hesitation, he fired two silver bullets straight into Alaric's chest.
The crowd froze. Shock slammed into them like ice water.
Hannah was there when it happened. Like everyone else, she had been stunned into silence at the sight of Violet and Alaric floating in the air, darkness and lightning curling around them like gods.
