ATLAS
The first time I'd ever dodged a bullet was when I was ten.
Yes, that was pretty young—the youngest for any werewolf to be training with such a dangerous weapon that could easily kill.
I was training with my uncle, Darius, the Alpha of the pack house. At that time, during the attack on the pack house, they used silver bullets and bullets laced with wolfsbane—the people who attacked were mostly werewolf hunters. They were a thing back then, although now, they seem to have quietened. I believed it was because we werewolves barely did stuff in the open like we once did.
Now back to my training with Darius. Yes, he had taught me how to dodge bullets accurately. And that had stuck in my head ever since.
Hence, I knew the bastard would go for a gun because an arrow would take a long time to fire, and he might miss, and a dagger would require him to come towards me for precision, but with a gun? He surely could fire it blindly and still be able to hit me.
