Oz winced in sympathy at Ginger's change, remembering well those first few months when he'd changed in a cage. He hurriedly put down the small bag with a change of clothes before stepping back. After another quick glance from Ginger to Kate he began to change himself.
His transformation was similar to Ginger's, but with a smoothness that came from practice. He became much bigger, the muscles rippling as the fangs and claws grew and the fur came out.
Once wolf he stayed on two legs for a moment before dropping forward into four. He could move both ways and right now was balancing easily as the wolf mind adjusted.
Hunt, kill, run.
The instincts were all there and he turned to look at the other two wolves. Years prior he would have just attacked them, but the tiny shred of Oz left made the wolf stop.
Pack. Protect.
He tilted his head, bright eyes watching them as his lips twisted into something that was almost a grin.
Then he turned his head up towards the full moon and howled.