Alpha Orion
Orion stopped too, sensing the shift in the air around them, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene before her.
In front of them stood Malcolm.
His inhuman red eyes were wide and gleaming. His smile stretched too far, too slow and too hungry for power.
And pressed against his front was Beau, his fist tight around the front of his loose linen shirt with a revolver jammed against the side of his head.
Malcolm cocked it, the metal shifting into place with a deadly click that echoed straight into her bones.
“Welcome, little bean,” he purred, his grin curling higher.