Ian's POV
The pain came again – like something trying to rip my jaw off from the inside – and I dug my claws into the soil, grabbing a handful of dirt as a choked cry tore fled my throat.
Then it hit.
A liquid explosion inside my mouth. It was metallic. Hot.
Blood! My blood.
Instinct took over. I swirled my tongue around the thick warmth, tasting it. The realization made my heart thud violently, like it was trying to escape my chest.
I reeled back. My breath caught.
My fingers, shaking, reached for my mouth. My gums ached, foreign points jutting outward, no longer human. They’d been waiting there all along, hidden like buried blades under my skin.
My tongue grazed one of the sharp edges and recoiled instantly. Instinctively. Like it knew they were dangerous.
What the hell is hap
