His fingertips are itching as his claws start to grow. He'd love to reach out to her, but between the claws and what he knows is coming next he doesn't dare.
It'll be all right, he tells her as his jaw starts to itch, then burn as his teeth fight for room. I love you.
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His fingertips are itching as his claws start to grow. He'd love to reach out to her, but between the claws and what he knows is coming next he doesn't dare.
It'll be all right, he tells her as his jaw starts to itch, then burn as his teeth fight for room. I love you.
He doubles over with a gasp.