Chapter Seventy-Eight

ANDREW POV

Cain’s body lands with a splatter, his fingers twitching slightly. Taking a page from Matt, I raise the weighted piece of metal wrapped in my hand. Aiming at his head, I pull the trigger; the shot ringing out in deafening the sensitive hearing of the wolves in the room.

The bullet crashing through his skull at point blank range, crimson spewing everywhere. Xander’s stare burning holes in my flesh, but I shrug, not caring. “Better to be safe than sorry. We have enough ghosts returning from the past to haunt us. We don’t need another.”

“Alpha,” Lachlan says, calling our attention, the pair of us turning to him as he nods toward the door on the opposite end of the room where Camilla stands.

The look upon her face has Xander forgetting whatever he was about to say. The words evaporating like water on a hot summer day. Whatever the woman has to stay, it’s not good, based on the shake of her head. Xander, dashing toward the room like a tropical storm.

Fear wrapping around him