53 Shift

Sarah

My hands shake in the cold as I hide them in my hoodie’s sleeves. I’d say it’s my nerves because they are on the last thread for sure, but as I plan to undress and shift in a few minutes, I chose not to wear enough clothes. That was a wrong move on my part - the early morning of February day in Black River is freezing.

Slipping on the frozen snow for the hundredth time, I curse at my clumsiness today. I’m heading to my childhood hiding spot to meet up with Nate. He convinced me to meet him there, as all I wanted to do was hide somewhere and go through my first shift alone. I don’t really know any other way to deal with things.

I would’ve met him afterward, but I wanted to leave the bed before he woke up. Obviously, I failed with that attempt.

The hurt I saw in his eyes when I told him about my plan washed over me, guided by our bond. I couldn’t leave him there. So, we settled on me shifting alone, but he’ll be on his way by then.

So, here I am, attempting to shift at 25 when