He had not shifted, but his claws had grown out. And she could see the sharpness, she was intimidated by them, especially the way he kept on scratching the bars , of the cage with them. Like he was resisting, refraining from sinking them deep into her face and gouging her eyes out. But, frankly, the spaces between the welds bars of the cage were so small that he could not do that he could only scratch a bit of her flesh. And that's if she stood close enough. And she did. She did.
She wanted to see how far he was willing to take this, how far he will go, how much he would hurt her, when given the opportunity, and motivated enough by rage, his nostrils flared, and his muscles tensed to the point where she thought she could see every network of vein and capillary in his body. But that was no
