"The separation of self for werewolf transformations depends, I think, on species." He shifted the curly fries a little closer. "Say this is the wolf and that's the human for the werewolves I hang around with." He nudged them even closer still, until they were nearly touching the pen. "It's a lot closer for most of them. Some of them black out, but most get their memory back a lot faster."
Stiles looked up, frowning. "But most of them don't go full-out wolf. Do you have a half-way shape? They call it a beta form, like it's not quite awesome enough to be the real deal."
The thing about Ruby that Stiles found absolutely the most enchanting was that she answered all of his questions--and encouraged him to ask more. And, you know, she was really pretty. And flirted with him. And didn't appear to care that he was seventeen. (Which apparently was a big deal to everyone else, like a little older-girl-on-teenage-boy action was going to bring the police crashing down on them. They had bigger concerns, Stiles was sure.)