He took a step back, braced a hand on the wall beside him, and breathed in and out harshly. The crowd in front of him started moving on their feet, the confusion on their faces and in the air thick, suffocating. He needed to get control of his wolf, because as it was the fucker was right there, pushing forward. The flavor of Madison’s blood on his tongue, and the sight of the small wound on her ear where he’d bit her struck him like a hot poker right to his gut. He sucked in air, felt his nails lengthen into claws, felt his canines elongate, and felt the wolf inside of him push forward again. He was becoming more of an animal where it concerned Madison, and that scared the hell out of him. He wanted to rush off the stage, to get away from everyone, especially Madison, so he didn’t hurt another person. That night, all those years ago, played through his head. He’d been so young, so young and he had only shifted a few times. He’d been wracked with power, adrenaline, the need to just be free and wild.
