Zeph's POV
My throat itched badly, like I'd swallowed broken glass mixed with acid. The sensation clawed its way up from my chest, making me want to tear at my own skin just to make it stop.
My claws kept coming out without my permission, scraping against my palms as I tried desperately to retract them. The smell of something rust-tinged with blood filled my lungs, thick and cloying, and cold sweat broke through my skin like I was running a fever.
Not here…..Not now in this school.
My vision began to crack around the edges with reality fracturing like a broken mirror. I could feel Xander, my wolf, pacing restlessly in the depths of my mind, his massive paws leaving scorched prints on my consciousness.
"No!" I muttered through gritted teeth, my voice barely human. "It can't happen here
