57 A lost puppy

Tyrone's breathing was ragged as he rushed inside the opposite room. He was fighting hard against his inner beast, and it was far from easy. His insides were shouting at him to return to Raine, to devour her, to mark her as his territory, and ultimately make her his.

He rushed into the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. Staring at his reflection on the mirror in front of him, his eyes had already changed in color, his fangs already appearing to be elongated. He had a wry smile as he shook his head, wondering how he even managed to control his true self in front of Raine all this time.

'How long can you keep up with this, huh?' he mused. Calming himself, he watched his eyes go back to their normal blueish-gray color and his fangs disappear.