As hard as he struggled he could feel it rising. 
The wound magically healed but he could still feel the warm blood trickle down over his bare skin, cutting through the cool breeze. 

Clay battled the beast but there was so much going on, burning passion, desire, instinctive fight reflexes, the unknown attacker, memories stirred by Alex's sudden presence. 
Clays emotions compounded on top of him and he felt surrounded and trapped, not physically trapped but judgemental trapped. 
He was suffocating.  

If Alex had her mind open to his she would feel the familiar oncoming primal wild torrent from before. The bleak aggressive survival darkness, void of compassion or thought. 

It was the scampering fearful retreat that sent Clay over the edge. Her actions, her fleeing, caused an instinctual animalistic desire that Clay could not contain, the desire to. 'Chase!'

For Clay the world went blurry and dark, the events that happen next would be but hazy memories of a near forgotten dream. Meanwhile, the last slither of his conscious holds his body from transforming into a beast, but he cannot stop it from acting that way.

Like a wild animal, the shell of Clay lunges at the girl before him on the floor. Fingers curled like claws, teeth snarling and snapping, eyes predatory and viscous. 

Human concerns lost on him, he cares not for the regret on her innocent face, his shirt tears apart, his pants luckily manage to stay on. Just.
He lunges at her with one driving desire. Death.

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