Timothy's POV:
The nightmares started three weeks ago. Dreams where Kael runs through endless forests, hunting for something I refuse to name. Tonight I wake up shifted in my bed, claws shredding thousand-dollar sheets, amber eyes reflecting in the mirror.
I stumble to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. My hands are still partially shifted, claws slowly pulling back into regular fingernails. It takes five minutes before they look normal again.
"Get it together," I mutter to my reflection.
My phone shows twelve missed calls from Madison. Three voice messages asking if I want to get breakfast. The timestamp says 3:47 AM. She was probably drunk at some party, posting stories about her amazing night.
I walk back to my bedroom and look at the damage. The sheets are destroyed.
