The woods behind the La Push cliffs hummed with late afternoon rain — a soft, silvery drizzle that hung in the air like fog. Daisy’s patrol car was parked just off the dirt path, and Nyssa could smell the faint trace of her shampoo even before she turned to see her standing there, uniform neat, eyes bright, that stubborn chin tilted up like she wasn’t the slightest bit intimidated by the taller, far-too-casual woman in front of her. Nyssa huffed a laugh, low and warm. “No raccoons this time. Promise.”Nyssa’s mouth quirked. “Trust me, sweetheart. If this were a horror movie, you’d still be the final girl.” She sighed softly, expression gentling. “Look, Daisy. You’ve been asking questions. About why I always seem to know when a storm’s coming. Why my body temperature could fry your car battery. Why the tracks by the cliffs don’t look… normal.”“Not exactly.”Nyssa took a few steps back into the clearing. The air around her shimmered, thick with tension. “I’m going to show you what I am. It’s still me, okay? I won’t hurt you.”Then—she exhaled. One deep, grounding breath. Her body rippled, heat rolling off her like a heartbeat. The sound of bones shifting filled the clearing — not violent, just natural, like the forest itself recognized her.Then the wolf tilted her head, let out a tiny huff that was suspiciously close to a laugh.When Nyssa padded closer, she dipped her head low, pressing her forehead gently against Daisy’s hand. The warmth of her fur was dizzying. Safe. Real.Moments later, the wolf stepped back, shimmered, and reformed — the sound of skin meeting rain again. Nyssa stood there in human form, breath steady, hair damp, eyes searching Daisy’s face. She’d slipped into a tank top and jeans she’d left on the rocks nearby, though her cheeks still carried the faint flush of vulnerability.“I told you I was warm-blooded,” she murmured, lips curving in that soft, teasing way that always undid Daisy.“Come on,” Nyssa said gently, reaching for her hand. “It’s a lot. Let me explain somewhere drier.”“You don’t have to be afraid,” Nyssa said softly. “I know it’s… insane. But I’d never hurt you, Daisy. Not in a thousand lifetimes.”Nyssa smiled faintly, nervous for once. “I guess what I’m saying is — I care about you. Probably more than I should. And now that you know what I am…”She swallowed, eyes flicking up, warm and open. “I’m still yours, if you’ll have me. And I swear — I’ll keep you safe. Always.”Nyssa sat beside her then, careful, her hand brushing Daisy’s — fingers warm as sunlight.“…so,” she said with a tiny grin, “still think this counts as an illegal transformation in town limits, Officer Lance?”