LUCAS’ POV.

I took my hand off him, and took quick steps backwards.

John was breathing hard with terror alive in his eyes, and my sight cleared. He was John again, not a bloodied corpse.

“You’re right. I spiked your drink! What are you going to do about it? You can’t even get angry anymore, else you’ll kill someone! I dare you. Get mad. Kill me! Come on! Do it!” He screamed at me, and my claws sunk into the flesh of my palm.

He laughed out loud, and rubbed his neck.

“You’re a ...