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LUCAS’ POV.
My claws scraped the desk, without my intention, and I folded them into a fist, trying to get a hold of myself. Blood poured down from my palms, which were pieced by my nails, and I began to growl deeper, and louder.
My brain was receiving mixed signals. Danger, fear, and confusion, but the most prominent one was danger, and it made my instincts go wild.
“Lucas.” Emily called softly, and I got up, and hit the desk. It broke down, and everything on it crashed to the ground.
My claws protruded long and sharp, and so did my fangs. In my head, all that blared were danger signs, and I found it hard to convince myself that I wasn’t in danger.
Unable to help it, I began to growl, and it scared Emily.
“Lucas, are you okay? What’s wrong?” She asked, and I turned away, hitting
