"Fine," Rachel replies and reaches for her shirt - but another wolf growls and she curses in her head. She likes these clothes, even if she doesn't have to pay for them.

Fine. Fine. She doesn't close her eyes but a soft cracking and squelching signals the start of the morph, with the light too dim to see the way her body begins to shift and change.

"Don't get bit. You don't want to see me try and patch someone up."