[ he's on the ground before he can really react, but his hands come up quickly, one on her shoulder and one on her neck - it's bizarre, being able to feel the shift beneath the skin, the shape of the body changing beneath his grip. he's not trying to choke her; it's just a defensive maneuver, trying to push her back, keep the fangs from his throat.

he can feel the claws in his chest, and it should hurt. it should make him scared, probably; same for the teeth so close to his face. all it does is make him angry, make the wolf rattle the bars of its cage, and even if he doesn't have fangs he's baring his teeth right back. ]

You don't get it. Turning into an animal doesn't make you a monster. The wolf doesn't have anything to do with it. I did those things.

[ but that's too much talking for the circumstances, with her weight on him and her fangs that sharp. there's also the wolf, and it feels like it's scratching at his skin; clamoring against his skull and telling him to fight back.

which is stupid, because he can't. it's also stupid because this is daphne, and he doesn't want to fight her. ]

Get off.

[ it's assertive, but the truth is he's begging, because this feels like the moment before the shift. skin crawling and fingertips bleeding, but none of that's real. it's not time to turn, but he doesn't even know if those rules apply anymore and he's terrified of finding out whether or not he's right. ]