“Focus your body on shifting. Picture the animal you want to be,” Taryn suggested.
Nodding, Abby closed her eyes. In her mind, she pictured a beautiful black wolf. She gasped as she felt her body change. It was almost like a tickling sensation. After a couple of minutes, it stopped.
Taryn, Beth, and Savvy clapped. “Open your eyes,” Savvy exclaimed.
Slowly, Abby opened her eyes and looked into the mirror attached to the back of the door. A large, pure black wolf looked back at her.
Abby concentrated on her human form. The same tickling sensation filled her and then she was on her hands and feet. She jumped up and clapped.
“You did it. You turned me into a shifter.”
Grinning, the witches hugged Abby.
“How do you feel?” Taryn asked.
“Wow. I can’t even tell you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. How can I ever repay you guys?”
“Just be our friend,” Savvy said.
“Always.”
Abby helped clean up the room she had been staying in and hugged the three women tightly. “We’ll go out to eat dinner to celebrate. I’m buying.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Beth said.
Abby rushed home and called Xyla.
“What is going on? I’ve been worried sick about you. All Beth would tell me was that you weren’t feeling well and she was taking care of you.”
“Can you come over? I’ll tell you everything.”
Xyla rushed over.
“Sit down on the couch. I want to show you something.”
Abby undressed and focused her mind on a picture of a wolf. She felt her body changing and then she was a wolf. She could see better and hear better. Abby smelled Xyla’s scent.
Xyla’s eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped. “Oh, my lord. When did this happen?”
Quickly shifting back, Abby dressed and told her everything.
“Why?”
Xyla’s question was clearly curious and not judgmental.
“I’ve always wanted to be a shifter. There was one dose of the potion left, and I decided to try it. Tada.”
“Wow.” Xyla was speechless.
“Now, I just have to tell Sawyer.”
24
Sawyer
Sawyer was very worried about Abby. He wondered why he hadn’t heard from her all day, but figured that she just got busy.
I’ll never be one of those boyfriends, or even mates, who has to know where his woman is every second.