[Tig's hand on her shoulder grounds her, but it's Venus's sharp tone that really yanks her back, makes her realize that her fangs are there, just hidden behind parted lips.

She's losing control.

Shutting her mouth and her eyes, she lowers her head as she visibly forces herself to back down. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she pushes away her fear and lets that murderous impulse sweep over her. She gives herself over to the violence within, and though the urge to strike out is stronger than ever, she draws more comfort from that touch of Tig's hand. It soothes her rage, the strength in that grip, and after a moment she reaches up to lay her hand over his, needing that contact.

Her eyes are human again when she finally lifts her head, leveling hard, but remorseful eyes at Jax.]

I'm sorry. [It's soft, and it's sincere. Turning to Tig, she speaks to him the same way.]

I'm sorry...I'm sorry, you just scared me is all. [With a sigh, she wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him again, still careful, pressing her face to his neck to breathe in his scent: leather and oil and cigarettes and so much more, something deeper that was warm and male and set off every primitive button in her head that spoke to home and safety.]

Things have been really life or death for me lately...I just wouldn't have forgiven myself if you got hurt while I was gone...I'm sorry, Tig...