Stales had no idea what to do. He needed to stop the Alphas from coming together, but how? Alex had told him to cause a scene, but what kind of scene would be enough to hold back a group of desperate Alphas? His mind raced.
His eyes searched the area and landed on Xavier, still lying on the ground. Next to him was a knife, dangerously close to his pocket. That could only mean one thing—Xavier had planned to hurt Angela but hadn't gotten the chance.
Stales frowned. What kind of person tries to harm someone they barely know? What was going through his head?
"I have to borrow this," he whispered and picked up the knife. No one was paying attention. "I was told to cause a scene, and I'm sorry… but we're going to need each other if we want to protect someone who means a lot."
Before Xavier could speak or even move, Stales drove the knife into his thigh. Xavier let out a cry as blood poured out. It was brutal. It was sudden. But it was working.
