He swallowed convulsively, trying to fight the anger, fight the transformation. He didn't want to transform, to kill this boy... well, actually the scary thing was that at the moment... it wasn't as horrifying a thought, killing him, as being kicked out was. The anger was leading towards depression, to sorrow... but... But sorrow could come back to anger again. And he was afraid. Fear was edging in. "teacher..." he repeated in a low rumble, the orange of his eyes deepening. "Yes," he said, "teacher," he rumbled, trying not to shake.