Jenna run!
Warning bells rang at the back of Jenna's head, like a flatline. And her survival radar kept screaming that it was time for her to make a run for it, but it was nearly impossible; for some reason, Jenna couldn't move from where she was standing. Her whole body was frozen, but her heart raced so fast, almost pushing out of her chest.
In front of her, someone had been killed. In a split of a millisecond, she wasn't allowed to process it. Someone had died.
Rhane killed a person.
"Master?" Rhane tilted his head, then slowly raised it up straight. "Are you okay?"
Jenna tried to gulp, almost like a lump was hanging in her throat. She couldn't say a word or even scream as any human faced with this kind of situation would do.
The little puppy she brought home had turned out to be a wolf! That was the only reasonable explanation Jenna could come up with, her mind still a jumbled mess.
