Concern flashed over his face at the pained noises from Andy. Leaning over to where a few napkins were left scattered, he’d offer one over as the guy tried to recover.
No, Frank didn’t think so.
”Yeah, I had a really hard time of it all like I’d said. The cat and I basically hated each other’s guts. Sometimes we still do, but y’know.” Such was were life. ”I didn’t have a lot of control and any type of feeling was enhanced to the point I simply reacted and dealt with consequences afterwards.” Doomed to live forever as a monster that wrangled itself out of his skin anytime he so much as got upset.
”And well, we had a younger member just as experienced if I’m remembering right. She wanted to hang out for whatever reason.”Frank didn’t exactly recall specifics besides the worst part. ”She duped me, lied about something or whatever and then suddenly lost control and shifted. The whole thing set my cat off and Abraham had to track us down and stop me from hurting her more than I had, from ripping into her throat. She got me back good in the process at least.” A hand motioned over his face in mock of the wound that had been for years gone. ”But, it was terrifying not being able to have full control over that.” Thinking back, hadn’t that been one of his first, if not the first, shift he’d remembered?