She gasped as Deucalion noticeably changed in front of her. Some other presence filled his eyes, turning blood red. Everything about the man she loved changed. The bones under the skin in his face shifted around subtly changing his appearance. His pearly whites lengthened and sharpened in his mouth. Even his nails turned black and lengthened, sharpening into dangerous points.
In her chair, she moved back.
The new presence reached out. "Don't be afraid."
The voice was Deucalion's, but the tone was not. It was much deeper and sounded like it held gravel.
"I won't hurt you. This is as close as I can get to you without shredding this skin."
Heart thundering in her chest, she stared at that hand before shakily reaching out to put her palm over his. This was so surreal. The body in front of
