If any part of Scout had been left he would have stopped long ago, or at least hesitated to attack this random stranger. He also would have been on the ground writhing in pain from the agony pulsating out of his shoulder and chest.

But none of Scout was left. Already dead the moment the Wendigo took over.

The claw swipe caught only fabric and he roared again, as if that would make Nick stand there and let himself be ripped to pieces. Staggering forward he tried again. Options were limited with only one arm, and his previous attempts to tackle the guy hadn't gone well. He wasn't out of tricks yet though, aiming to back Nick against a wall where he could really lay into him.