CHAPTER 135

Elsie's POV

Cold air knifed across my face as his paws slammed into asphalt, hard enough to shake my teeth. Then the gunfire started.

Crack.

Crack-crack.

The night erupted around us—glass, metal, sparks. I ducked low, clutching the rifle so tight my fingers ached, while Thorne twisted and dodged ...

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