GEMMA
I growled at her, feeling anger coursing through my veins. I didn't want her pity, I didn't need it.
"Don't touch me," I growled out.
She took a tentative step backward. I gripped the side of the tub and tried to stand to my feet but my fingers dug into it. No, not my fingers, my claws.
I looked at my hands in disbelief. My wolf claws were extending out of my hands. I was shifting.
"You have to calm down, Gemma." Chloe began to say. George took a step forward, pushing Chloe behind him. To protect her, from me.
"You're overstimulating yourself. It's triggering you to change to your wolf. It's making you lose control." George said to me, holding out his hand.
"Get out!" I screamed.
"We're leaving," George told me. They backed out of the bathroom, closing the door.
"We need to
