[She shakes her head a little, and it's all on the tip of her tongue in that moment: how much she still loves him, how terrified she is of this exact thing...how she's drawn the gun at her back again without even thinking, because the weapon is all she has left.

And Scott...her Alpha, her first love, her hero, pure heart and a shining beacon of such goodness that it made him an Alpha, he didn't have to take it from anyone...he believes what he's saying. He'll come for her, and that will kill her.

So she walks a little faster. She doesn't care if she dies now, she has to get to the infirmary before he comes for her.]

Protecting me isn't your responsibility anymore, Scott.

[A thousand footsteps echo in her ears for every one of hers. She cocks back the hammer of her weapon again, and ten thousand firearms sound, ready to shoot.]

It's mine. You're my Alpha. I'm your hunter. That's what we are now.

[She can hardly breathe for the fear, the countless ragged breaths coming from every reflection she sees...for the agony that every word brings, agony she hides behind the cold, the stillness that comes so naturally to her now.

The place where she maims. The place where she hunts...the place where she kills.]

I will do whatever it takes to do my job. Even if it means...I make myself an omega in my own pack.