He stopped, dead, hand still poised for another vicious slash. The aggression fell from his face, leaving behind the fear that drove it. All that he'd hid before, now plainly on the surface.

Only then was he able to find his grasp again, to pull himself back to something slightly more human. His face shifted back to normal, but his eyes remained blue.

Irritated that it had taken Derek's intervention to regain control, he tried to pull away. "Let go of me," he growled.