Chapter 117

ACHILLES. Time seems to slow down, which is either helpful or horrible. It might mean that I get to save the day with this seemingly significant advantage, or watch my best friend die right in front of me. I can only allow one option. My wrists are still bound by a stubborn handcuff that simply refuses to go, but the monster is already sniffing Carlos. From what I was told, Claudia ripped open its face before, and it’s still bearing the signs. There are very visible stitches holding its face together, and they’re still raw and red and bleeding. Still, that doesn’t stop it from opening its mouth and taking a cautious lick of Carlos. My heart stops. I tug at my arms again, and this time, the handcuffs break around my wrists. The silver slashes on my skin and blood flows out, but I rush toward the beast, snatching my gag off my mouth and shifting into my wolf form halfway. The wolf form’s power shields all my injuries and heals them temporarily, even though I could feel my energy drai