Drake's Pov
I step away from Nicole, giving her space as I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. My fingers work quickly to unbutton my pants, sliding them off and setting them with my shirt. The last thing I need is to shred another set of clothes during a shift, it’s an unnecessary hassle.
Once free of the fabric, I take a deep breath and let the shift come over me. My muscles tense, bones crack and reshape, and fur spreads over my skin as my wolf takes form. The process is swift and practiced, the kind of transformation that’s second nature now.
When I turn back to face Nicole, my wolf’s keen eyes catch her untying her dress, holding it up with one hand as she prepares to shift. I immediately avert my gaze, focusing on the wall instead. It’s a small gesture of respect, giving
