Page 34 of Widow

Loud pops rang out and made me nearly piss myself. I'd watched plenty of television and movies in the last few months. I knew exactly what those pops were.

"They've got guns!" someone shouted.

No shit, Sherlock.

The chaos increased. Michael and Lucifer both walked towards the two demons with guns, drawing their gunfire. The bullets were bouncing off them. A bullet hit another angel, and he fell to the ground.

I tilted my head to the side. Interesting.

The damn gargoyle landed behind Lucifer, his sword raised. I knew that archangels had some major healing powers, but having their head lopped off would be hard to come back from.

I lunged forward, grabbing onto his arm and ripping it off. He screamed, and as he fell, he turned into his gargoyle stone form. Too bad there wasn't a giant around to turn him to dust.

Pain ripped through my leg and knocked me to the ground. It was a pain unlike anything I had felt before. A burning, all-encompassing pain.

I shifted back and brought my hands to my leg, which was gushing blood. My breaths were coming out rapidly. I wasn't supposed to be able to shift during an injury like this. Yet here I was, a man again.

My ears felt like they were going numb. I could hear the craziness around me, but all my attention was on the bullet stuck in my leg.

Whatever it was made out of wasn't allowing my body to heal or to push it out.

I ripped my shirt off my body and pressed it to my leg to try to stop the bleeding. It only made the wound hurt more.

Lucifer squatted down next to me and pulled my hands away. He cringed and then put his hands on my leg. I felt his healing magic filter into my body, but it stopped at the wound.

"Fuck," he muttered. He moved his hand like he was about to stick his fingers in me and dig the bullet out.

"Don't. You'll make it worse. I need..."

"He needs a doctor." An angel I wasn't familiar with had just landed off to the side and was looking around at the carnage. "Shifters can't heal when metals are involved."

"I thought it was just silver." Lucifer stood and extended a bloody hand to the man. "Raphael, it's good to see you. Although I wish it was under different circumstances."

They shook hands as I lay there bleeding out on the ground. "Can we save the pleasantries for when I'm not about to die?" I spoke through gritted teeth and glared at the two men who were in no haste to help me.

"You aren't going to die." Raphael frowned down at me and then turned and walked away. I thought Lucifer was the biggest asshole I'd met. I stood corrected.

"I guess I owe you yet again." Lucifer pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear.

My vision was getting cloudy. My wolf curled in a ball inside of me and let out a whimper. That's when I passed out.

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