[ Gavin's felt more wolfy ever since that moment in the car a few days prior, and it's been getting stronger as the full moon approaches. He'd woken up that morning feeling itchy all over, deep inside, like there's a twisted muscle in his body he can't quite get to.
His eyes were glowing right from the start, his jaw aching, his hands shaking. If it was anything else he'd look like he was going through red ice withdrawals or something. He hasn't shaved in a few days and it's obvious.
Gavin's just sitting on the bed, already breathing heavier. Sweat is starting to bead at his brow, his face flushed. He swivels his head to look at Hank. His breathing just gets heavier. ]
Barely. [ His voice is rough and craggy. All he can think about is how Hank's jugular is so casually exposed. ]
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His eyes were glowing right from the start, his jaw aching, his hands shaking. If it was anything else he'd look like he was going through red ice withdrawals or something. He hasn't shaved in a few days and it's obvious.
Gavin's just sitting on the bed, already breathing heavier. Sweat is starting to bead at his brow, his face flushed. He swivels his head to look at Hank. His breathing just gets heavier. ]
Barely. [ His voice is rough and craggy. All he can think about is how Hank's jugular is so casually exposed. ]