She could see he was just as shocked. His brows shot up and his jaw fell open, and he staggered back to lean against the log as if Holly were infected with a ghastly plague he needed to escape before he was contaminated. It was at that moment that Willow showed up.
“Nothing. Nevermind. I’m sure it was just the shock to your system from changing.”
Willow giggled. “Before we go anywhere though, we should probably get you some kind of clothes. Don’t you think?”
“What?” Holly looked down and realized she was as naked as the day she was born. She could feel the blush explode on her face and she imagined her cheeks were cherry red. No wonder Shadow had seemed so shocked. Willow giggled again and took her hand.
“C’mon, don’t worry about it. We’ll find you something nice to wear.”
Shadow had to get away, he needed to breathe. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. It couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. He’d been so excited when Holly had shifted, but when she’d looked him in the eyes, he’d gone weak in the knees. Her eyes were the color of sage shot throughout with molten copper. Her hair was black as coal, sexy short and unruly. He could imagine jamming his fingers into it while kissing her. He remembered with no small satisfaction that he had been right, he was taller than her after she’s shifted. It made him feel a sudden urge to hold her close and protect her from the vague unknown. And from Rand. He also remembered how naked she’d been and how full her breasts were and how her waist narrowed then flared again into generous hips and slim legs.