Claire's POV
"I'm fine," I lied, blinking back tears. "Let's continue. Show me how to shift."
She walked behind a large tree. "I have to undress first. Clothes don't shift with us, they just get destroyed."
"So what you're saying is," I called out, "werewolves are just fancy nudists?"
Her laughter echoed through the trees. "Pretty much! Here, hold these."
She tossed her folded clothes over to me, then stepped out.
I averted my eyes, giving her privacy.
"It's okay, Claire. Among pack members, nudity isn't sexualized the way humans see it."
I peeked up to see her standing confidently. "Easy for you to say. You look like a fitness model."
Joey grinned. "Werewolf metabolism. "
"Right." I nodded. "So you're going to... shift... right now?"
"That's the plan. Yo
