He was fighting the urge to stalk closer to Sam, weaving strands of gray around the house to keep them enclosed. He'd only been through this once before and he'd sequestered himself in the forest. This was the first time he'd been around another person and Mother Night was it difficult to resist the desire to possess Sam.

Against his better judgement, he walked forward, his movements graceful. It was embarrassing to admit that he was quickly succumbing to the rut. "I'm not changing my mind," he replied honestly. "It's just... dangerous. I wasn't prepared for this to happen."