The first thing I saw was Scott’s sharp, angular teeth sink into Liam’s flesh. Liam wasn’t even gripping the railing any longer. Instead, he was hanging only by Scott’s jaw fixed into his side. The shrill shrieks that emerged from Liam’s mouth were enough for any creature to cower and cringe in sympathetic pain. However, I did not cringe, nor did I sympathise. My eyebrows furrowed together like they were two trains travelling in opposite directions on the same track. My mouth fell ajar and I took a large breath. My eyes were motionless, fixed on Scott and the daggers that grew beneath his lips. Those teeth that sliced Liam’s flesh would change him forever. He was either going to die or become something that everyone wanted to kill. Scott bit into him like it was nothing, like it was a piece of steak on his dinner plate. I don’t even know why I was surprised. Scott never saw his actions as harmful. He always said his sole mission was to “protect his friends” but when did that ever work? He did it for himself. He always did it for himself. When he first got bitten, all he thought about was his own self. About how he couldn’t be normal or how he’d lose Allison. But he never thought about how exactly Allison would feel. He didn’t think about how if she would be upset or hurt or even scared. He only thought about how he would feel. How he would be upset or hurt or even scared. It was selfish and I was the only one who saw it. He didn’t bite Liam to save him. He bit him for himself. So he could add to his pack and more importantly, his power. He did it for merit so that all the supernatural could say Scott was the hero of Beacon