She moves to my other arm where the claw marks that were raked down my forearm are, and she growls.
The sound has Zev jerking forward, pressing against the veil between us. I push him back, reminding him this isn’t about us. She may need this to calm down enough to shift.
With my free hand, I gently pet her head and wait until she’s satisfied with my care. It’s only a few minutes later that she relaxes with a sigh and lays her head on my lap, peering up at me with softening golden eyes.
“She’s ready,” Fiona tells me, her voice a welcome warmth in my mind. “How do I change back?”
“The easiest way to trigger the change is to focus on your human form. How it feels to be human,” I tell her, “I think about my fingers and my work, but you could think of anything. Your silky brown hair, pre
