Chapter 9Nash’s body burned, fire poured through his veins and out through the wound in his side. Why the f**k wasn’t it healing? He clutched it with a clawed hand and swayed between the trees. He could smell Arlo, his scent contaminated with the acid of fear, but it was still Arlo.
Snarling again, he pushed himself forward. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, but Nash didn’t need its light to be able to see, and what he saw had a black fog clouding his brain. Every muscle in his body tensed as he leaped.
“Nash!”
Nash was aware of someone screaming his name, but Gilbert was cradling Arlo to his chest.
Gilbert needed to die.
“Calm down, Nash. I have him.” Gilbert gave him and unimpressed look as he stopped right in front of him. Spit landed on Gilbert’s cheek as Nash snarled.
“Nash
