Around nine everyone heads to a clearing in the woods. As we walk, I stay close by Jasper's side. Already naked members of the pack grab their heads and fall forward, shifting into wolves. Letting out a howl, they run ahead of us.

We reach the clearing where boulders are scattered about. Everyone around me minus Jasper strips. I give him a searching look, but he just gives me a sidelong glance and doesn't make any move to remove his clothing. Travis and Hunter are to my right a ways down.

"My pack." A naked Xavier stands on top of a rock in the center of the clearing. "It's time." A large shutter runs over his body, and he hunches forward as his body shifts into blond wolf. I can see so incredibly well even in the night where the only lights are from the moon and stars, all without my glasses that I left in the truck. Will I even need glasses again? Xavier tilts his head back and howls as wolves replace human bodies. I slide closer to Jasper.

Xavier turns and bounds down the rock, disappearing into the woods. The wolves follow him, and Jasper lurches forward.

I grab onto his hand. "Don't leave yet, please."

"I'm not. Half of me is telling me to follow my alpha, the other half is saying to stay with you."

"How long can you hold off the shift? Not until midnight?"

"I don't know. I've never had a mate who was going to shift for the first time who I had to stay with."

"If you did, I'd be wondering what was wrong with you."

He sinks onto the damp ground. "You aren't already wondering that?"

I join him, leaning my back against a tree trunk. "Maybe a little."

He smiles briefly. I shouldn't be able to see his expressions clearly without my glasses.

"Am I never going to have to wear glasses again?"

"I didn't tell you?" He pokes me in the ribs with his elbow. "Being a wolf comes with perfect vision. Better than any human's."

That's going to be an adjustment. I've always had them for as long as I can remember. A welcome adjustment. No more looking for lost glasses or crushing them when I set a textbook on top of them.

"See, becoming a werewolf isn't that bad."

"To be fair you didn't give me the greatest sales pitch." Still freaking out though. I'm going to have another body. What am I going to look like? Will look ferocious or like a puppy? What color will my coat be? How sharp exactly are my teeth. "Your coat is black, and Xavier's is blond. They match your hair colors. Is that typical?"

Arching his back, he grits his teeth as his body trembles. "You'll be brown. Your eyes will also be the same color. Okay this is going to sound incredibly weird after happened earlier, but unless you want your clothes to shred then you need to take them off." As he says this he pulls off his shirt.

"All of them?"

He stands up, working with his buckle. "Sorry." He drops his pants, following up with shrugging off his boxers. I keep my eyes up, even though a month ago I was used to seeing him naked.  "Nudity doesn't bother us."

"People don't usually walk around naked."

He crouches down for which I'm grateful. It covers up certain parts. "We're not people, and after tonight neither are you."

"You can't expect me to adjust to all these customs right away."

He places his fingers around my chin. "I don't. But I know you don't want to shift back and have to walk around everyone naked until you can find clothes. You still have some time before midnight, whereas I don't know how much time I have."

I wrap my arms around my legs. "I'm scared."

"I know." He lets go of my chin and leans back. "I'm not leaving you though."

The night wears on and my whole body experiences an ache akin to growing pains. A spasm shoots across my back and I arch my back, letting out a noise between clenched teeth that sounds suspiciously like a growl. I collapse back down, my head falling on Jasper's shoulder. "If you're going through pain like this, shift already."

He rolls his head to look down at me. "Are you sure?" he asks breathless. "You still have at least an hour."

A stabbing pain in my leg causes me to grimace. "Yes."

He pulls his head away from on top of mine and crawls forward. His back flexes and black hair sprouts over his body, and he's a wolf. He lets out a howl and turns back to me, padding over. Burying his nose in my side, he settles down on the ground.

His breath is hot and almost humid against my shirt, and he moves his snout to nuzzle my hand. Does he want me to pet him? I lift my hand from the dirt and let my palm skim over his snout and up his face, slowly so he can smell me. When I reach the top of his head he closes his eyes. I bury my fingers in his fur behind his ear, tugging on the strands lightly. Something about being this close to wolf Jasper is more comfortable than with human Jasper.

"Why are you so calm?"

He cracks an eye and stands. He nose brushes my collarbone, specifically my mark.

"Right. Protect your mate instinct."

He lays back down, his head now resting on my waist.

I go back to petting him. "You know I don't hate you. I'm pretty mad though, but I don't hate you even though I probably should."

He licks my arm. Was that the equivalent of a kiss?

Time passes in a dream like manner. Fast and slow. I'm anxious and relaxed. None of it makes sense. I let out a yelp as my stomach feels punched.

He lets out a strung out whine and nudges the hem of my shirt with my cold nose. Time to take off your clothes.

It won't be so bad. It will be like changing in front of a pet. Animals don't care if you're naked or clothed. But being naked in front of a human is different. There's lust, awkwardness, feelings, shame, embarrassment. . . it is definitely different. How much of Jasper is human? How much of Jasper is ever human?

The moon is almost directly overhead. Midnight will be upon me soon. 

"Could you, you know, turn around?"

Jasper rises and rotates his body, remaining on his feet.

I lift the hem of my shirt, and my arm cracks, and I cry out. Jasper growls and spins around, his hackles rises. I cradle my arm and he whines. He nudges my hip.

I maneuver my shirt off using only my one arm as much as possible. Tears begin running out of my eyes, the pain in my arm hurting more and more as each moment passes. I've begun the process of shifting. Once my shirt is lying on the ground next to me, I'm left with my bra still covering my breasts.
    Bracing myself on the tree I stand and unbutton my shorts and unzip them. I bend over to push them down, but my back locks. Is this even worth having clothes to change into later?

Jasper bites my shorts and tugs them down. I never thought the first time I was undressed by a guy would be because I'm turning into a werewolf. I step out of my shorts once they're on the ground. Next Jasper bites the hem of my underwear.

"No." I rather go without it later.

I sink to the ground, grasping onto the bark of the tree. I reach around to grasp the hooks of my bra. With a pop, my arm snaps, and I fall forward in a child's pose. Teeth scrape my back. My bra slides down still hooked around my arms. I may be on the ground, but my sides are exposed.

An invisible foot kicks my stomach, and I roll to the side, my front exposed. My bra getting tangled in my arms, I raise my arms enough for it to slide the rest of the way off me. My body convulses and I collapse with aches running through my joints. I stretch out my arm, my fingers digging into the dirt. Sweat beads on my forehead and back. "Jasper."

He whines, and rubs his head against my side.

"Help. Me." I roll onto my back, panting, the moon shining down on me. I jerk back over as more bones crack and muscles snap. Finally it stops and I collapse in a heap, my eyes shut. I can't do this anymore.

Jasper nudges my face, letting out a soft whimper. My eyes snap open and his tongue licks the side of my head.

Kill.

A/N
We're so close to 60k reads! Thank you for all of your support. For any of you who read Expiration Date, I've been messing around with the first chapters of Exported.