Joan’s P.O.V
I never wanted anyone to see me like this.
The transformation hit me like a wave, sudden and violent. One second, i was chewing quietly, trying to pretend everything was fine, and the next, my body convulsed, a guttural groan tearing from my throat. My vision blurred, darkened at the edges, then sharpened unnaturally. I could hear the blood pumping through everyone’s veins like it was a symphony meant just for me.
Gasps echoed around the dining table. Plates clattered. Chairs scraped against the floor. My hands gripped the edge of the table so hard the wood splintered under my fingers.
“Joan,”Raven whispered, eyes wide.“Joan, breathe.”
I couldn’t. I could barely think. My gums ached, my fangs slicing through. My entire body burned with the effort it took not to leap acros
