" You are to leave this place and go to safety if the hour becomes too late or you receive warning from us,” Mikhail cautioned his lifemate. “No playing the heroine. On this I will have your word.”
Raven smiled into his eyes, an intimate, tender acknowledgement. She nodded. “I would never endanger our child, my love.”
Mikhail reached out and touched Raven’s face, trailing his fingertips tenderly down her skin even as his form wavered, contorted, began to snap and pop. Fur shimmered along his arms, his back. His powerful frame bent, and he leapt away, landed running, a large black wolf. "

― Christine Feehan , Dark Desire (Dark, #2)