Lyra's POV
Daven and Barrett erupted in laughter. I scrambled onto all fours, my human form replaced by something wild and snarling. A low growl rumbled from my throat as I bared my teeth at them. Both boys stumbled backward as I prowled closer. Then Xander moved between us. My ears flattened against my skull, instinctively submitting. He folded his arms across his chest and stared down at me with cold disapproval.
"This is precisely what I meant," he said sharply. "You let rage dictate your transformation."
I stopped and stared up at him, confused. Rage? That hadn't been what coursed through me moments ago when his lips brushed my neck. A warning growl escaped my throat. He simply arched one eyebrow in response.
"Change back, Cooper," he commanded.
Now anger did surge through me. My bones snapped and reformed as I rose to my full height. When the shift completed, I stood on human legs, matching his glare with one of my own.
