024. Beastly

Donald's POV

"Just f*cking... stay put!" I shook her vigorously but Stacy had become rigor under my grip.

She was too stiffened that I felt like I held a stone. Only the gulping down of her throat inferred she was a living being. Hurriedly, the tip of my tongue licked the bottom of my lips and that tasted so bitter.

It tasted sour... that I furrowed my face like tasting a lemon.

I took a breath in and closed my eyes briefly to calm down to a bit of a human level.

I was baffled that I didn't notice when the necklace got missed. How?

Meanwhile, I felt Stacy's terror. Perhaps this appearance was scaring the sh*t out of her.

With her and Michael, I have been so cautioned never to shapeshift in their presence. However, it happened unexpectedly.

The saddest part was it happened on this Bloodmoon night!

I shook Stacy and called to revive her. "Stacy...." but my voice was dried. It kept sounding beastly.

On putting her acts together, she backed off and rushed to the balcony, her gaze harde