From my WIP (shape shifters and secrets make a heady combination—Something Shifty):
“Are you sure you can still shift?” Dex had to ask.
Seth didn’t answer. He just put his palm on Dex’s arm, warm and steady. Dex frowned, not understanding what he was doing, but then everything changed. While he watched, Seth flexed his fingers until fur and claws slid over his human hand like the tide coming in.