“Are you ready?” I ask Ward as an enemy soldier runs by screaming while being chased by a wolf. Ward grins.
“Let's go, you vicious beast.” Ward taunts, grabbing my arms and slinging them around his neck. I grumble something about that being my line, and he's in wolf form even before the men have gotten out of our sight. Ward starts trotting back towards the King's tent, occasionally snuffling at the ground or the air. Of course the blasted coward hasn't strayed far from there. We hear him shout as we approach. Ward's ears go back and his muzzle pulls up in a snarl.
“It's impossible!” The King bellows again. “What magic is this?!” He screams, then his attention turns to me, sitting astride Ward's back.
“You! You've done this! What are you!? Witch! Sorceress! Devil!” He advances on us and
