Claude was saddened to see Stella look sad. What were these feelings? Her emotions directly affecting his? Two days? What was going on? Being that he never loved before, he couldn't even pretend to comprehend the storm of feelings inside himself for her. Not that he would be able to focus and analyze them anyway, he was still fighting back the beast within him. Suddenly, Claude desperately wanted to get up an wrap her in a hug, to embrace her and hold her close. He confused this urge with the urge of his animal side wanting to attack and fought it like her life depended on it. With a gentle touch, his hand met her cheek, his warm palm radiating to her. "What the hell? When did my hand move? Okay, who moved my hand?" he asked himself in thought, but in all honesty he wasn't worried about it in the least.<br/><br/>"I want to make you happy. I don't know how to, but I want to. Even though I barely know you . . . I feel like I should always help you" Claude spoke softly, his eyes searching for hers. He may have been a beast, but even a monster can feel something other than rage and need, as Claude was slowly figuring out. The storm grew inside his chest as the wolf howled for freedom. The moonlight pouring in from the window was just about to touch him, but he felt as if he could fight it. As the shimmering, lunar light touched his arm, he could feel the primal surge from the beast doing everything to break free. Claude could feel a pop in his spine and a few of his joints. The fight had shifted to the favor of the wolf, Claude had vastly underestimated the power thy the moon granted the beast. He fought with all his might not to change, to keep his hand on her cheek, but he wouldn't last much longer. His eyes became sad and he pulled his hand away. Claude stood up, his plate untouched and scooted his chair out. "I'm sorry, I have spoken foolishly. I can do nothing to help you, I can bring you only pain." His brow was furrowed and it almost looked like a tear was in his now yellow eye