“I didn’t expect to see you in that form.” Beth said gently as she pulled Doris’s hair away from her face. Doris studied her friend in the mirror and wondered if it was fear she felt.

“I’m sorry to have startled you, I would have shifted back before I reached here but I didn’t have any clothes.” Doris admitted with a light blush. It was her least favorite thing about being a wolf—having to rip every outfit she wore. It wasn’t like the books where the clothes shifted back with her body without a tear.

Beth waved away her words. “I’d much rather you come back here rather than run...