I drop, even as a bullet flies above me. I scramble away from the car. I hear its door open. I can’t evade this encounter as a human. I need to be a wolf.

I’ve not tried shifting with clothes on. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I have to try.

My shirt is ripped to tatters by my expanding body, and my pants don’t fare much better. I shake their torn remains off myself within a few strides, and I run into the woods, leaving my phone, suitcase, and ...