Clay's sudden anger startled Evelyn, and for a moment, she was actually afraid. His sudden movements caused her to move back on reflex, hitting the shower door and sandwiching herself between it, and the the now angered Clay. She started breathing harder, her heart hammering in her chest. Evelyn had to look up to meet Clay's eyes, but never let her face give her away. It remained neutral. 

And then what he said, hit her like a ton of bricks. Clay hated the werewolf. Despised it. He spoke of it almost as if it were a separate personality. I'm a way, it kind of was. This revalation left Evelyn somewhat speechless. She had no idea what to say, and her eyes glanced back and forth between his. And then, she knew exactly what to say. Evelyn narrowed her eyes and leaned towards Clay.

"Then don't let it control you. Stop playing the victim if you're not," she sad said in a low voice, gently poking his chest with her finger. 

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