Sam's nails scratched the concrete as he paced his cell.

 

Every breath was a huff, every agile movement a study in restraint.

 

He'd tried so many times to burst through that dark metal door, but it was no use. If he made another effort to break it down, he'd only wake up the following morning with a dislocated shoulder. He'd been there before. The blinding pain wasn't even worth the fleeting attention he might garner from the prison's female medical staff. The infirmary's nurses were cruel, stone-faced monsters-almost as beastly as Sam himself.

 

For a full thirteen years, this transformation had ceased.

 

For thirteen years, he found himself locked in human form.

 

And all because of Delilah.