Chapter 117. The Bullet

My energy blows out like an explosion and takes everything in its wake. Uncontrolled due to my sheer fear and mounting hysteria, time suddenly ceases to cling on in the slow-mo. Wooosh, the clock restarts, and everything in my wake is thrown wide like the after implosion of a nuclear bomb.

Sierra, Radar, the bullet, and Juan all catapulted away from me with force. Flying into a chaotic landing of limp bodies against the far wall behind the bed, taking a pillar and the canopy with it in a crashing chorus of thuds and growls. It’s a monumental fallout from something I didn’t mean to deliver so viciously.

I have no idea where the bullet has landed or if I managed to set it off course, and I scramble forward to unravel Sierra from the mess of bedding and debris around her, shielded by the hunched-over wolf form of Radar. He somehow managed to cling to and protect her even in freefall as they went down.

I sense Juan pulling himself up, slightly dazed, from my left again