Chapitre 123: As You Wish

JAMES

And he already knew that I would.

“I guess the first thing, would be to explain my friend, here.” li’Morl nodded at the dog.

And then the freakiest thing happened.

The dog sat up on its haunches and, looking at me all the while, began to…change. I stood and pulled Miri after me, putting the coffee table between it and us. I’m no chicken, but come on. Come. On. “What the hell?” I said, pointing out the obvious. “Is it like, a werewolf or something?”

li’Morl chuckled. “No.”

Miri moved to stand beside me, but she held my hand hard.

The Doberman stretched and thickened, its hair disappearing. I stared, my mouth falling open, and I didn’t even care that I looked like an idiot, as the dog became a guy right before my eyes.

“He can’t very well go around looking like that -” li’Morl said, indicating the white pleated skirt the dog-dude wore with a fancy “collar” and crown-thing. “And as yet, he has refused to wear anything more…modern.”