Chapter 221. The Hunter

Willow’s POV

Everything is moving so fast that I don’t have time to think.

I do as Harold instructs and crawl under the small table at the cafe.

Gunshots ring out through the cafe.

People are screaming and running out the front door.

Peeking out from under the table, I see a dirty man holding a gun in the air.

He isn’t aiming the shots at anyone; he is just shooting into the air to clear the cafe.

Harold doesn’t move from his position in front of the table.

I can see that he has partially shifted. He flexes his fingers as his claws extend from his fingertips.

‘Raven,’ Leo’s voice rings in my head.

‘What is going on?’

‘There is a gunman in the cafe,’ I respond through the mind link. ‘I think he is looking for me.’

‘We will be right there,’ Leo says, but he doesn’t cut the mind link.

I hear the heavy footsteps of combat boots walking toward the table, and I slink back, hoping he won’t see me.

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