Chapter 151
- LUCAS’ POV.
- My claws scraped the desk, without my intention, and I folded them into a fist, trying to get a hold of myself. Blood poured down from my palms, which were pieced by my nails, and I began to growl deeper, and louder.
- My brain was receiving mixed signals. Danger, fear, and confusion, but the most prominent one was danger, and it made my instincts go wild.