Chapter 8. Guilt

Hector had been bitten by Samuel. He aimed right for the jugular, tearing a devastating amount of flesh from the throat, and leaving a gaping hole. According to Dante, who was on his way to River Moon, Hector had welcomed the attack. Refused to defend himself. He didn't bother shifting into his lycan form; simply standing there, waiting for Samuel to tear into him. "I couldn't get there in time, Aly." Dante explains, stroking my hair. "Once I realised Samuel was gunning for Gomez, I pulled over. I thought Gomez would fight back..." "It's not your fault." I croak, gently pushing his hand away from me. "This is on me." I resume my pacing, trapped in my office as I wait for news on Hector. "Don't do that." Dante sighs. "What happened to Hector had nothing to do with you. This is on Samuel." "Dante, how do you think Samuel found us? He recognised me in Greyfort. He knew who I was from the beginning! It was only a matter of time." I shake my head. "Dra