Lachlan jumped at her. No she doesn't! Something hit his chest midair, bringing him down. It buzzed against his fur and skin. He shifted to a human to rip it off him, and did so.
He stood back up, and paused, straining himself. "What..." His hair didn't change to fur. No muzzle grew from his face. No claws appeared, no tail.
He couldn't shift.
The newbie soldier grinned under his mask. The fake had worked, the boy had gotten annoyed and took it off-- and was now human, and Newbie let off the anti-shift into the air. For a the moment being, any shifter in the house was stuck as is. Man, they need a real name for this stuff.
Lachlan reached for his knife, but froze. I gave it to Wolfram. He charged the soldier, punching his in the face and swiping his legs from underneath him.