Lana’s POV
The moment Damon’s gaze landed on Isaac, everything shifted. The calm mask he wore cracked, and something primal surged through him. His jaw tightened, his pupils dilated, and before my eyes, his body began to change.
I staggered back, clutching my throbbing side as I watched in disbelief. His hands curled into fists, claws sliding out like sharpened blades, gleaming under the fluorescent light. His irises burned with a molten gold that wasn’t human, glowing dangerously against the shadow of his brow. Fur rippled across his arms and neck, spreading with terrifying speed until his form was no longer entirely man. His presence filled the elevator like a beast uncaged.
Isaac stumbled, his drunken arrogance dissolving into panic. “What the hell—?”
He didn’t finish. Damon’s hand
