Liam's fists clenched, his claws digging into his palms.
They wanted to run.
They wanted to hide while another monster tore through their enemies.
The same way his pack had hidden when they thought they were safe.
The same way they had died.
His breath was uneven, his rage bubbling beneath the surface like a storm barely contained.
"You're all pathetic," he muttered.
Trevor scoffed. "Excuse me?"
Liam snapped his gaze toward him. "You heard me."
Trevor bristled. "We're trying to be smart, Liam. Maybe you should try it sometime."
Liam's claws twitched. "Smart? Is that what you call letting someone else do your job for you?"
Stacy crossed her arms. "It's called self-preservation."
Liam's jaw tightened. "Call it whatever you want. But the truth is, you're all just scared."
Elijah took a step forward, his eyes sharp. "You think we should just walk into our deaths?"
