Sabrina's head snapped toward him, her eyes narrowing dangerously, though her breath hitched.
"Do you take me for some low bloodline purity, weak woman?" she shot back, her voice defensive. "I can transform, you see."
Without warning, the tattoos covering her body began to glow faintly, pulsing with spiritual energy.
Her humanoid shape remained the same, but her skin shifted—the dark tone rippling and changing as orange, black, and white stripes emerged across every visible inch of her body, including her barely-covered breasts and the exposed skin of her muscular thighs.
Her face transformed too, the markings spreading across her cheeks and forehead, framing her golden eyes with feral patterns that made her look even more predatory—more primal, more fuckable.
For a brief moment, she looked like a true tiger beastkin—raw, primal, and utterly terrifying.
Then the transformation reversed, leaving her looking exactly as she had before, though her chest heaved with exertion.