Alex sighed in relief and looked at her, "so how did you become a shifter? Or were you born this way?" He wanted to know, for if there was a chance he could be one, he'd take it.
"I was born one, a purebred, but now most have been made into shifters, a painful process based on what I've seen." She looks over at him. "Why do you ask?"
"I am, and I'll endure any pain," He looked to her, "I always wanted to be a wolf, and a cat! I could do this all, and I'd still be, if only faintly, Alex!"
Shadow says nothing, but picks up the dagger and takes Alex's hand. She places the dagger between the two hands pressing them tightly together as she pulls the dagger out, slicing both palms deeply. Their blood starts to move in between the two of them, slowly mixing as hers takes over.
Alex closed his eyes and took this pain, knowing it would only get worse. He had cut himself in sword practice, so he paid no mind right now. He was solid on this, and there wasn't a choice now. He looked at her with determination.