Morphing wasn't exactly pleasant to watch even at the best of times. Faces bulged into muzzles or beaks, long hairless tails spurted out before fur started to sprout, bones writhed and shifted visibly under stretching, color-changing skin.
The only exception was Cassie. She couldn't do anything for a few morphs (any insect came to mind as examples), but she could make almost any shape beautiful.
At times she would pause for a moment to stretch out human-proportioned bird wings, looking for all the world like a temporarily grounded angel. Other times she stripped down to her morphing suit, then appeared to do nothing beyond close her eyes and sigh. Nothing, that is, until she opened feral yellow wolf eyes and grinned to reveal glinting sharp fangs.
Cassie made morphing an art.
And at times, watching Jake's stupefied expression as she showed off, Tobias was very glad he didn't have a human face to show his emotions. If he had, he would have been very nearly green with envy.
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