She looked over to Amy and gave her a concerned frown. “Can you fight in the clothes you are wearing?”
Amy looked down at the blouse and jeans she was wearing, and shrugged. “I can move well enough.” After a moment’s thought, she kicked off her shoes, then reached in to pull the phone, wallet, and a few small items out of her pockets to hand to Leah. “Just to be safe.”
Amélie gave her a skeptical look. “If you need to change…”
Amy shrugged. “If they get ruined because I tear them apart taking my wereself or they’re ruined because they’re covered in mud and blood, they’re still ruined.”
“True enough…”
Amy gave them a smile that was probably meant to be reassuring, then turned to head into the circle where Marcel waited.
“Amy!” Amélie ran toward her after calling her back, lowering her
