plateau, Savannah was wet and smeared with sticky gray muck from snout to
tail.
She caught the laughter in my eyes and snarled. At least there had been a
small drainage at the edge of town where we were able to wash off.
Amal paused as we neared the village and shifted into her human form
again. The mud-coated Egyptian wolf disappeared, leaving a gorgeous dark-
haired woman with bright yellow eyes in its place. Her clothes and boots
were as clean as a whistle—another boon of her shifter magic.
Savannah looked down at her own feet and whined.
“We better proceed on two legs. They might shoot at wolves here,” Amal
whispered.
I dropped my filthy bag on the side of the road and shifted while Amal
kept a lookout. I pulled on my boots and clothes and tucked my pistol in the
back of my jeans.
Savannah was pacing back and forth, pretending not to watch me dress. I
crossed my arms. “Time to shift back.”
She planted her feet, arched her back, and growled. No!
Amal raised her eyebrows.
Apparently, Savannah in wolf form was just as obstinate as normal. I
stepped up and released some of my alpha presence. “We need to get moving.
Shift.”
She sank to her paws and whined.
I gripped her by the scruff and used my alpha power to force the
transformation.
She snarled, then began to thrash as her arms and legs lengthened, and the
fur withdrew into her skin. I looked away, but I didn’t let go.
Finally, the contortions stopped.
“Jaxson, if you don’t take your hands off of me this second, I’ll claw your
damn eyes out.”
Good ole Savannah, same as ever.