The Pack's Dragon
He nudged her.
“Right,” she remembered that she was meant to transform as well. It seemed incredible that she would be able to change shape like him. She didn’t have the same skepticism about drinking blood, perhaps because she had been doing a lot of that, during sex with her mates, during the werewolf mating ritual, and then the turning.
Drinking blood didn’t seem such a big deal.
Re-organizing her skin, flesh, and bone, however… Well, that was pretty major. She couldn’t even think about how it would be done, and she stood there, frozen, knowing that Heath looked on expectantly.