My laughter died completely. I fell onto the bed, stunned, feeling like I might cry all over again. I had never seen a shift happen that fast. Not that I was any expert on it or anything, but most of the shifters at the party seemed to take their time.
I reached towards her, my hands shaking, but stopped before actually touching her. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. I swallowed down bile, fighting off the urge to vomit.
She slowly approached me, and I set my hand on her head, feeling the coarse fur there. Her eyes softened under my touch, and I stroked her head once.
This was unbelievable. And yet here I was, petting a wolf shifter. What was happening?
"Okay," I whispered. "I believe you."
She shifted back, just as quickly as she had before.
"How did you do that so fast?" I aske
