Drew looked at Carrie, meeting her gaze and giving her a wink. In the blink of an eye, his body was morphing into something else. Where Andrew Fenn had once stood was now a massive, jet-black wolf. The wolf looked at Carrie with its yellow eyes and lolled its tongue out of the side of its mouth.
“Holy mother of…” Carrie muttered and trailed off.
The wolf took slow steps toward her. His tail wagged as his tongue still hung out the side of his mouth. When it stopped in front of Carrie, its nose was at her forehead, dwarfing her as she sat on the sofa by the fire. The wolf lay down before Carrie and placed its head on her lap, looking up at her with eyes that twinkled with intelligence and mischief.
“He turned into a wolf,” Carrie said to no one in particular. “Can I touch him? Will he bit
