"Sesshoumaru?"
It was her voice, but the body was an imposter. The eyes were wrong, the feel was wrong. All because he'd been arrogant enough to think himself immune to the trinket's magic.
If he hadn't witnessed the transformation himself, he would have killed her for the impersonation.
As it was, he couldn't stop his fangs from lengthening, the grass underneath them melting away from the acid dripping from his hands.
Kagome said something, but he couldn't hear her—couldn't see her. Deadly claws swiped, and the last fragments of his mind whimpered in relief when he met nothing but air.
She was in danger.
He needed to get away.
