Scout’s POV
"You should have let the Alpha tear my throat out."
Nathan spat the words along with a mouthful of dark, metallic blood. He was still flat on the flagstones. His fingers clawed at the grey rock, trying to lift his heavy torso, but his knees buckled instantly. A sharp groan cut through his teeth. He collapsed back down, his forehead hitting the stone with a dull thud.
"Get up," I said.
I did not move to help him. I stood over him, my boots inches away from the puddle of spilled nightshade and hemlock. The glass from the shattered medicine bottle lay between us like jagged teeth.
"Why step in?" Nathan hissed. He dragged his sleeve across his mouth, smearing the crimson wider across his pale jaw. "I have done nothing but hunt you since you dragged your pathetic feet into Brow
