Lorraine's POV
I was still inside my body.
That was the cruelest part.
I could feel everything, every shift of muscle, every tightening of tendons, every violent instinct roaring through my blood, but I had no control over it. It was like being locked behind glass, screaming while someone else wore my skin.
Kieran stood across from me.
But he was not my Kieran again.
Not the man whose touch grounded me, whose presence had always felt like home. This Kieran's eyes had darkened to something feral and dangerous, his pupils blown wide, his jaw clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth grind. His claws slid free with a sound that scraped straight down my spine.
My own body responded in kind.
Fangs descended without my permission. Claws burst from my fingers, sharp and gleaming, dripping with intent that wasn't mine, or rather, wasn't fully mine. My wolf surged forward, no longer listening to me, no longer waiting for my consent.
