Rip.
Snap.
Breathe.
My tie comes off in shredded pieces, buttons flying as I try to do just that. Breathe. Nothing works. A low growl rumbles in my chest, my hands clenching the edge of the sink. My vision darkens. My teeth aches as they stretch and retract. The mirror reflects a pair of feral eyes staring back at me.
My fist lashes out, smashing the glassy surface.
Breathe.
I can't f*****g breathe.
Agony like fire courses through my back, and I collapse onto the cold, hard tiles, baying.
Not now, I growl inwardly, but Sable has always had a mind of his own, never submitting, always raging and fighting for control. It makes it that much harder to stay in human form.
I'm more Lycan than man. I will always be. It doesn't matter how long I walk in human clothing or skin. I'll al
