They did. They turned like obedient schoolboys, sniffing the air like guilty puppies. Their posture had shifted from aggressive to very embarrassed on a Sunday. I gave them a little curtsey for effect. “Thank you. Cover your eyes. It’s only polite.”
Once they were facing the trees, I took a deep breath. I will be explicit about one thing here: if you are going to shift into a wolf and maim people, proper technique is to be in a comfortable, aerodynamic state. Also, clothes cling when wet and that is uncomfortable. Practicalities, people. And the truth was I don't have spare clothes. And I'm not stupid to ruin what Gregor left for me.
I muttered something that might have been a prayer to the Moon Goddess or to the ghost of common sense, and the world slammed into speed.
Muscles tore and
