shapeshift v.

Compton Holywell was over two miles away; by the time she reached it she thought her lungs were going to burst. She’d been meaning to shape-shift and fly back, but she hadn’t dared; patrols of her own people were out already, quartering the entire area, hunting angrily for whoever had been wildcatting.

His sister Arwyn had not been able to shape-shift before Braide’s curse; and so she could not now.

The lizard’s shrunken, emptied body lay only a few inches from his face. Tristan watched it a long while, expecting some new trick, but apparently this time the transformation was real and final. Cheris had shape-shifted for the last time.

He’s so young, he doesn’t know yet that it’s considered bad manners by his people to shape-shift in public.

Elementals of various first world clans who can shapeshift from monstrosity to human form.

The car shapeshifted, slimming and streamlining itself, pressing itself close to the black skin of the highway, growing spoilers and tailfins.

Hit a button and it shape-shifts back to normal.

‘Awesome. Trapped here with you. No wine. No beer.’ He scanned him with a look. ‘And you can’t even shapeshift into a woman. Damn, I pissed off the wrong god last night.’