We stand outside the castle, woods stretching out in front of us. Dominik stands a few feet in front of me, looking up at the sky. He mutters something that I can’t hear and then, without warning, pulls his shirt over his head.

“What are you doing?” I ask, covering my eyes as his hands reach down to the edge of his pants.

“If I do not change before transforming, my clothes will be ripped to shreds,” he explains.

I peak through my fingers and ...