It was always fucked up when he had to move between his wolf and human forms too frequently. This close to the moon, all but the least of the Were could change at will. But it was only the alphas who could recover the humanity on that one day per month that the moon eased them, without falling into a stupor. Still, his body protested the changing.He scanned the surroundings of the new place to which they'd escaped. His eyes moved to Jacqueline; Queen bitch. She was peeling the remnants of his change off her decidedly less fine wardrobe. Tony smirked. It was awesome how the little things could mean so much. And degradation toward someone who felt, that through their existence alone, they were somehow more- was especially sweet.Jacqueline as a Singer was just like any female, but for her telekinetic talent she'd been under his thumb, and maybe, his body.“Do not look at me like a piece of raw meat with a tasty bone in its center,” Jacqueline said impassively, plucking off great chunks of mummified flesh like shed snakeskin with a puckered look of distaste.Tony threw his head back and guffawed with relish.
