"Roxy, my feral form is massive. I will take up the entire mattress. And my fur is rough, I don't want to scratch you—"
"I don't care," Roxy interrupted, a stubborn pout taking over her features. She patted the large expanse of the mattress beside her. "I want to snuggle into your fur, Rian. Please?"
Torian stared at her for exactly two seconds. The White Tiger Alpha could never deny her anything, especially not when she looked at him with those wide, expectant violet eyes.
He didn't argue further. Torian stepped back from the edge of the bed. His broad, heavily scarred shoulders hunched slightly. His body expanded, dropping to all fours as thick, stark white fur rapidly erupted across his skin.
Within seconds, in his place stood a massive, terrifyingly beautiful White Tiger. He was easily the size of a small carriage, his thick muscles bunching under his striped coat, his large paws equipped with lethal, retractable claws.
