Chapter 117: Sharp As Ever I

"I can't even shoot a gun," I protested even as I did as he asked. 

The rifle hung awkwardly on my body as if I were a child playing dress-up with my mother's handbags. My hands started to sweat as I stared down at the trigger. I was more liable to shoot off my own toes than any opponent, unlike Elijah, who seemed to wield it as an extension of his body.

"Stay behind me then," Elijah said as he passed me another vest and another torn shirt from the second body. "Put both of these on yourself. You need the extra protection and you need to conceal your scent. Or you can rub it on yourself if you prefer." 

I took the shirt and the vest with a wince, sending a mental prayer to the dead werewolf before I put it on. Elijah then continued.

"We'll find Damon. If Alpha Natan is alive, my priority will be shooting him to keep Damon safe."

"If Damon is dead…"