Alexander’s POV

The fighting behind the pack house was getting out of control.

Luke had succeeded in releasing me from Axel's grasp. He had flung me to the side like a worthless rag doll, leaving me with an open slash back.

Not only was I in terrible pain from the wound on my back, but the poison was also slowly seeping into my veins. I had to shift back into my human form to conserve energy.

"That is going to leave a hefty scar," Ghost hissed in agony. He was trying his best to heal us, but the process was slow and painful.

"Battle scars," I replied, with a playful...