Mark’s
muscles clenched and released as he spasmed. Gasping for breath, Mark clutched
his chest. His claws ranked his skin, drawing blood. He tried to cry out, and
Hunter saw Mark’s fangs were still there. Blood mixed with saliva dripped down
his mouth where he’d cut his tongue with them.
“Mark?
Mark!” Panicking, Hunter tried to push Mark back on the bed. The
stiffness of Mark’s chest muscles shocked him. How the hell could he breathe?
While
they tussled, Mark’s gaze locked onto Hunter, but there was no sign of human
awareness in his eyes. Just pain and anger, a deadly combination. A cornered
animal was a dangerous animal.
Mark’s
face had a bluish tint to it, and he was making gurgling sounds. Was Mark
strangling on his own spit? Hunter had no idea. Before he could decide what to
do, Mark lunged up and slammed both hands into Hunter’s chest.
Hunter
flew off the bed and hit the wall. The sheetrock crumbled around him as he slid
down. Finally Mark dragged in air… and howled again. Hunter cringed at the
sound. There was no doubt that was an Alpha howl.
Hunter
struggled to his feet and launched himself at the bed again. Somehow he had to
calm Mark down, but damned if he knew how. Just as he grabbed Mark, Mark turned
toward him, snarling. His mouth pooched out and formed a muzzle. But just as
quick, it morphed back to normal.
Mark
shrieked.
A
paw, not a fucking hand, whizzed past. Hunter barely managed to get out of the
way. Holy shit, Mark almost slit his throat. As he watched, the paw turned back
into a hand.
“Holy
hell,” Hunter breathed as Mark twisted and shuddered, various body parts
transforming into a wolf then back to human. The transformations were becoming more
intense and rapid.
