Tears Of A Broken Omega
I extended my claws and, without hesitation, drove two of them into the entry wound.
He screamed like he was being torn apart. His body arched off the ground, his hands clawing at mine, trying to shove me away.
I ignored his protests and dug deeper until I felt it—the bullet, lodged near his heart.
Hooking a claw around it, I ripped it free and threw it aside.
Damian collapsed back, gasping, while I pressed both hands over the wound, forcing pressure, forcing his body to respond now that the silver was gone.
“Shift,” I ordered. “Shift now, you bastard. Heal.”
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