But Baron caught her waist and dragged her back.

"Elowyn-stop!"

She fought him, wild, screaming, thrashing.

Her nails raked the air.

Her voice cracked open into a raw animal cry.

"I'll kill him! I must kill him! No! No-let me go!" she sobbed. "My mother-Mia-they're dead-they're DEAD! No. Oh no no no no...."

Her body twisted and she screeched, a sound too sharp for a human throat.

Her right hand jerked and bones shifted-skin stretching-fingers curling.

One hand was turning into a ...