"I don't bite," she told him and the words sounded like a smile somehow, like she was entertained by his need to run out of the bathroom like he'd never seen a naked woman before. "Your voice, do you really think it's a story?" she asked, because everyone in the jail had confirmed it, but it was still the sort of fantastical thing you had to verify repeatedly, because not verifying might mean you were insane. And then there was the important thing. "Why can you turn into a wolf?"
Then she went completely quiet, both in the bathroom and in his mind, and she slipped under the water as the voice in her head urged.