Danilo’s POV
I suck in as much air as I can get into my battered lungs, willing myself to calm down, fighting the shift that’s aching to take over me.
I look down at the claws still protruding from my fingers, not the sharp nails of a wolf, the big black gouging ones of a bear.
Did she notice? Did she see the bear side of me trying to come out? Did my face change enough that she realised?
A raw panic fills me, my gaze running over the course black hairs that have started to sprout on my arms before I slowly reach up and carefully touch my face. I exhale sharply when my questing fingers find no snout or hair, just my human nose and lips.
As I calm, the hairs recede again, my nails retracting back into my skin until I’m left shaking on the bed, sweat coating my skin from the exertion of
