"Lucas," I say, the word more of a gasp than a sound, the sound more of a plea than anything else. I expect him to turn away, to leave, to do anything but stand there. But he moves closer, closer, as if he thinks it will help, as if it won't drive me further into this madness.
His presence is as dangerous as the full moon's pull, and the intensity of it strips me bare. It makes me lose everything, everything.
I am more exposed than ever, more ashamed than ever, more terrified than ever.
But he stays. He stays, and the shock is as powerful as the transformation itself. It doesn't make sense.
He takes another step, and I can’t breathe. He shouldn't. He can't. He does.
The silence between us is unbearable, a jagged edge that cuts at the last of my sanity, the last of my pretense, th
