Lucas stood slowly, reminding them of just how big he was. He set his coffee down on the table, feeling the short hair at the nape of his neck bristling. He smiled without fangs, not having them yet, but the wolf smile was all threat. He didn't need a mirror to know his brown eyes were waking up, warming with amber-gold. His voice came out rough and deep. "I'm sorry, little man, I don't think I heard you correctly. Do you want to say that again?"
