Alex's hand tightens around the stake, then loosens and tightens again nervously. She'd just wanted to hurt him enough to make sure he wouldn't follow her. Or enough to make herself feel better. But now he's telling her to kill him, and she can't.

It's one thing to kill in a fight, or to kill someone who wronged her - she's already done both those things tonight - but it's another thing entirely to kill someone lying defenseless on the ground, some stranger who's never really done anything to her. That's not heat-of-the-moment self-defense, or revenge, or protecting her pack, it's just murder, and even after years of training and everything she's been through, she's scared of being a murderer.

She steps towards him, trying to will herself to jam the stake through his heart, but the panic rising in her chest wins and she sticks the stake into her belt instead.

"Fine. Look all you want." Yes, killing him would be the smart move, but she can't bring herself to do it. She turns to leave.