Cane hit the floor hard, crashing onto his back with a snarl as blood gushed from his nose and Micah smiled in satisfaction.
Ouch. That had to hurt.
Micah stepped forward to snatch the bastard up only for something to punch into his side with a loud sound. He staggered, hand reaching instinctively to his side and brows tightening in pain. The incubus looked down only to realize he had been hit, his hand red with his blood.
He jerked his head up and spotted the shooter. The wolf's eyes brightened when he realized the bullet had hit and prepared for another shot to end him. But Micah moved fast, grabbed Cane by the collar, and hauled him upright, using the bigger male as a shield.
Already, more wolves poured into the hall from every corridor, filling the space. There was nowhere to run or hide. He was trapped.
Micah tightened his grip around Cane's neck, black claws extending from his fingers, unmistakably demonic.
