Never. Say. Yours.
Seven feet of dark fur and gold eyes and teeth that could tear steel.
Dane shifted. His body thickened, the hide spreading across his torso, dark and dense. His horns pushed from his forehead, curving, growing, thick and dark. His eyes went copper. His hands became scaled, massive, the fingers thickening. He grew wider, denser, until the man was gone and the bull stood in his place. Bipedal. Enormous. Eight feet of dark hide and copper eyes and horns that could shatter concrete.
They stood on either side of Josie. The wolf and the bull. Gold and copper. Two beasts that had been fighting each other for centuries, standing shoulder to shoulder, facing the thing in the water.