Jason's POV

　　With my hand tightly grasped around Abigail's throat, I knew I had crossed a line! I watched the events I had set into action unravel around me in slow motion, lost in self-disgust and shame. Thinking Archer's incessant howling while clawing at the confines of my mind was clouding my judgement, I had pushed him so far down that it had blocked him out. I had tried to shut my feelings for Abbi off, wanting to act rationally, instead I had fucked everything up!

　　Hindsight is a beautiful thing! I assumed his whining was because he was angry at me for how I had just treated Abigail! But looking at the crumpled body of my Beta and best friend, I realised just how wrong I was- he had been trying to warn me of the threat coming from behind. That error would cost me greatly.

　　Looking between Damien and Tommy, thoroughly racked with guilt, I felt Archer roaring to the front of my eyes, fighting my human form for control, all care for the alliance gone- I had become a liability!

　　"Next time, you obey at 1", Damien demanded seconds after he had butchered Tommy. I could feel Tommy's pain through the pack link then it was gone! My father's enraged voice boomed through the link all pack members shared, demanding to know where the attack originated. 

　　"TOMMY", Marcus' gruff voice called out to his son, desperately looking for an update. I could hear the panic in both their voices. Cutting the link dead just as Kayla's sweet voice filtered through my mind. 

　　"I can't!" I winced at Archer nervously.

　　"Dammit, Jay, this isn't a fucking game!" Archer roared, desperate for revenge. "Tommy?" Archer called through our link needing an update from his most trusted friend, who lay motionless on the floor. 

　　"His wolf will heal him", I assured Archer, shame eating at me, causing me to spiral quickly.

　　"He sent Rafe away! He is mortal!" Archer growled, agitated, trying to get me to snap out of this remorseful trance I was in. I barely noticed Abigail push past me, so I absorbed in my failures to protect my friend. Only when I saw how Damien took her in his arms, looking her over possessively, his eyes shining with genuine concern, did the fog begin to shift.

　　"Are you hurt?" Damien hissed, pulling Abigail against his chest greedily, his eyes locking on mine in a deathly glare. "I swear I will rip your wolf out your ass and skin it in front of you if you have so much as chipped one of her nails", He roared viciously. 

　　"So I get skinned because you acted like a possessed moron! Awesome!" Archer complained, but the slight quiver in his voice gave him away- he was a little nervous. Rightly so, given that Tommy lay not three feet away, surrounded by his own blood. With my wolf hearing, I heard Tommy's weak heartbeat slowing; fear kicked me into action just as Abigail shoved herself off Damiens's chest, glaring at him, her beautiful green eyes filled with unchallenged outrage. 

　　"Are you for fucking real! BOTH of you! HE!" She bellowed, pointing at Tommy. "is hurt!" Pushing away from Damien, she rushed to Tommy's side. Archer growled as she approached him; the sound rattled around the silent room. 

　　"What the fuck is your problem! He is your friend. Do you want him to die? or do you want me to save him?" Turning her head over her shoulder, her eyes locked on Damiens in a warning; before she continued to kneel in Tommy's blood. Tensing seeing her shake her head slowly, compassion etched onto her face. 

　　"For fuck sake, Damien, HE didn't do anything to me!" She groaned, clearly exasperated with all of us. Sliding in Tommy's blood, she steadied herself pushing her wild hair out of her face, Tommy's blood smeared on her beautiful porcelain skin.

　　"Sir, I am going to try to help you... ok," She cooed like one would to an unpredictable child. Rooted to the spot, Archer and I watched through my eyes as she lifted his top to assess the damage; seeing her shoulders slump, I knew it was bad even before the room filled with her scent of fear... The same scent I had smelt on her less than 5 minutes ago when I had manhandled her. 

　　"Damien, fuck!" She whimpered, her eyes filling with tears as she tore at her shirt, pressing it to the wound to slow the bleeding.

　　"I can't- It's too late!" See sobbed; the defeat in her beautiful features broke Archer, pushing him over the edge. He took control of my body, forcing me to the back of my mind. Seeing her wince, I knew she had noticed the change. 

　　"Careful now, mutt", Damien laughed, moving to stand between Abigail and Archer. 

　　"I am not a cold-blooded killer- I wouldn't hurt her!" Archer's throaty voice boomed throughout the room, pain carved in his tone. I could sense that Archer was looking for a fight! Desperate for one, even!

　　"Buddy, you saw what he did to Rafe; with a simple click of his demonic fingers, he can send you fuck knows where!" I tried to reason with Archer's need to survive. "And as confident as I am- I don't think I can take him without you!" 

　　"We are not just a wolf- we have Alpha blood! We are stronger than Rafe! He might not be able to silence us!" Archer argued frustratedly.

　　"It's not worth the risk! The pack would lose its next Alpha and Beta! Please, Buddy, keep your anger under control!" I begged, deciding there was nothing else I could say; ultimately, the ball was in Archer's court now; I just hoped he listened to reason! And to me!

　　"Really? Cause the scene I walked into would say otherwise!" Damien retorted, bored with the whole situation. "Look, dog, I didn't start this shit fest- your human meat suit did, so how bout you take this anger out on him!" Lifting his eyes to look at me, I could see the dark fire that swirled there. "It's not my fault your bestie got in the way. I am sure you can find someone else to braid your hair and stroke your balls."

　　"DAMIEN ENOUGH", Abigail's furious voice cut through his sarcasm. "Archer, he needs you and Jason." She whispered, looking past Damien to me; the pain that whirled in her eyes hit Archer hard. Taking a step closer to where she sat, putting pressure on a pailing Tommy, understanding her meaning: that he was dying, that his wolf wasn't there and if I wanted to comfort him, now would be the time, 

　　"Tut tut, that's close enough!" Damien growled out into the already-charged room, moving to block my path. 

　　"Damien, I swear to God, if you don't..." She started before sighing, obviously realising she was fighting a losing battle. "I need to keep pressure on his wound, or..." She let the sentence hang in the air. The pain that crossed her beautiful face told me she couldn't finish it.

　　"If he hurts me, then..." She tried to compromise.

　　"Then I will obliviate him- his family, his whole pack! It will be like they never existed." Damien finished, a grin so evil it could rival Lucifer himself spread across his face. 

　　"Fine, deal!" Archer agreed, knowing that without a shadow of a doubt, Damien meant every word he had said and knowing this sick fuck, he would enjoy himself while doing it.