From one side to the other, my face is a clash of human and beast, the man I was merging unnervingly with the creature I’ve become. My nose, once a proud arch, flattens into a lion’s snout, the bridge roughened with a scar that stretches across my brow. Dark, tawny fur ripples over the left side of my cheek, spreading upward toward a pointed ear that twitches at her scrutiny. A single fang protrudes over the left side of my lip. The green of my right eye remains sharp and human, but the left is distinctly feline—slit-pupiled and gleaming with predatory intensity.
