anything but Billy. I knew that somehow, he was responsible for all of this.
 
 Jaxson steadied me, and warmth flowed from his hands. It mercifully
 
 drove the haunting images of Billy from my mind and the nausea from my
 
 gut.
 
 “Good,” Jaxson half-growled. His praise and lingering touch sent a shiver
 
 of delight along my spine. I hated that.
 
 With a defiant snarl, I shook my hands out and wiped the tears from the
 
 corners of my eyes with the back of my wrist. “Fuck. Does it hurt less after a
 
 while?”
 
 He shrugged. “Great transformations take pain. The first few times are
 
 always the hardest, when every sensation is new and raw.”
 
 I bit my lip and turned to gaze over the lake. I wasn’t sure what I was
 
 searching for out there. A way out? Relief? Answers?
 
 I watched the waves and cupped my throbbing hands.
 
 Jaxson stepped up behind me, and his breath caressed my neck. Though
 
 our bodies didn’t touch, his heat still warmed the skin beneath my clothes.
 
 My neck flushed, but I didn’t move away.
 
 He pressed his cheek against my hair and whispered, “Eventually, the line
 
 between pain and pleasure blurs. It becomes a symbol of your power to
 
 transform both your body and mind. To become something new.”
 
 His fingers slipped from my shoulders and ran down along my arms. His
 
 touch was so light, it felt electric, and I was certain that he sensed me
 
 shivering beneath his fingers. My control fading, I pressed my body back
 
 against the hard warmth of his.
 
 His fingers continued drifting down my bare forearms until they came to
 
 rest on the back of my hands. Then, with an agonizingly gentle motion, he
 
 gently traced his fingertips backward from my claws, along my fingers, to the
 
 backs of my hands.
 
 My claws slowly retracted, slipping inside my body, and I shuddered.
 
 “Did that hurt?” he asked, low and gravelly.