Kenu straightened, flashlight, leash, and handgun at his belt, rifle aimed at the ground. “Shoshone warriors of old did not run from a mystery. I will not today. I will pretend you are doing a wolf dance that lasts three days.”
He forced himself to watch Blaze strip naked. His chest ached in agony for the man as Blaze groaned and cried out while his feet shifted into paws, his legs shortened and fur buried the hair on them. He fell to the ground, twisting, back arching, as if in great pain as his hands became paws and his back shortened, ending in a thick bushy tail. His chest narrowed, his neck elongated, and in one final convulsion, his face lengthened to form a muzzle and jaws while his ears moved to the top of his head.
A wolf sat at his feet on the shed clothing, its golden eyes ali
