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.

“Lucas.” Emily called softly, and I got up, and hit the desk. It broke down, and everything on it crashed to the ...