Caspen was transitioning into his true form. A deafening hiss filled the cave as Caspen lurched backward, pushing Tem away. “You need to leave,” he growled. She barely understood the words—two razor sharp fangs were warping his mouth. His tongue was splitting in two. “No,” she said. Caspen’s hands were fisted into the mat, his back arched at an unnatural angle. “I am not asking.”
