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It no longer matters that she turned me green or that she hasn't told me about being an eagle shifter. She's mine. I have no idea how or why it happened, but it did and nothing will stand between me and this woman. No mountains or dragons or Goddesses. Flora follows us as we walk to the lab. The kids don't bother shifting to fly because she's here and they have no idea she has her own wings. I'm actually proud that they're considering her feelings. We enter the lab and I walk over to my latest experiment. The electrical circuit is within a plastic shield made up of melted cell phone glass. I have cell phone batteries inside shields too. Flora and the kids gather around me while I line the ci

The details were stunning, so intricate and rich. Kiema gasped as she reached out a hand to trace the figures on the page. Lions, wolves, other big cats I couldn't name, dragons, rats or rodents, bears, tigers. Each was beautifully rendered. One of the pages was broken up into cells or frames. A man stood tall in the first frame. In the second, he appeared next to a tall spirit of some kind. The spirit joined with the man in the third frame. The man fell, his face distorted in agony as something pushed from his stomach. In the fifth frame, the man was partially beast, but his expression had changed from pain to pleasure. The last frame the man was gone, except for the shape of his eyes. The

he headed for a room while Carter followed him. They both got into the room. There were fifty weak demons in the room. They moaned and strained like they were about to die. "Are these demons?" Carter asked in amazement. "No. They are the qualities we need in this fight against Alpha Nemesis" Alpha Nolan scoffed. "These are not qualities" Carter shook his head. "They are dying" he made a disappointed face. "They won't die. They are like this just because they are not ripe to be awake. And luckily, I have found a way around that. They will be up and well once they feed" Alpha Nolan related.

Claire lay unmoving, unresisting under him as if she were already dead. Grey leaned down and spoke in her ear, but I couldn’t make out what he said. As he drew back, he began to morph. Tan colored fur erupted all over his body as his bones cracked and reformed into those of an enormous mountain lion. He snapped his massive jaw in Claire’s face, then bounded off, disappearing into the thick copse of pine trees.

Xelina curls against me beneath the quilt, her cheek pressed to my shoulder. We leave at dawn. Xelina shifts first, her wolf form ivory and elegant, her eyes gleaming gold. I follow suit, the transformation quick and easy. Our horses carry our saddlebags as we run beside them, two wolves cutting through the morning light, the road winding beneath our paws. The forest opens up around us, familiar again, the way home etched into our bones.

The ambiance inside the tower did not just grow warm; it began to sing. Alpha Malphas’s giant obsidian broadsword hung suspended in the air, the toxic purple electricity crackling along its jagged edge just inches above Duncan’s defenseless human face. The giant’s muscles were locked, his massive frame straining to drive the blade downward, but he could not move. An invisible, crushing weight of pure light had seized his arms, anchoring him in place. Amora Cortez did not slide into a traditional four-legged shift. She didn't grow the thick, snow-white fur of the fabled White Dire Wolf. Instead, her physical form became translucent, blurring at the edges until she looked like a walking galax

I snap my eyes toward Brock, who is now looking at me with amusement in his eyes. Tell me what? I didn't get the chance to ask that because he'd already opened his mouth to say, "You and I, are not just ordinary hybrids." Suddenly, he backs away from me, stopping at the middle of the room just below the high ceiling. A smile tugged on his lips before I noticed his face begin to morph. His eyes bulged, his teeth elongated before I heard the ripping and shredding of clothes. The next thing I saw made my eyes nearly leap out of its sockets. His body grew massive as something seemed to rip out from inside his skin. Scales. Golden yellow scales that covered him entirely as he shifted into a magni

Aurora is brimming with magic, and seeing Annalise like this is feeding her emotions straight into it. “I don’t know,” I reply. “We’ll just have to wait and see.” As if the universe heard Aurora’s question, Annalise’s entire body begins to glow. Damien jumps back as the rest of us watch in stunned silence. The glow intensifies, and Annalise transforms. Her jeans and T-shirt morph into an old fighting uniform—the same one we wore as the First Order. The glow deepened, pulsating in waves.

Anima said. “What exactly do you mean by ‘force us into that state’ again?” Valerie asked. Anima closed her eyes, and after a moment, her entire body began to glow. Her white aura seeped out of her body like glowing smoke, and as she opened her eyes again, her bright blue irises began to glow brightly, releasing light blue sparks. Her maid uniform slowly transformed into dark silver armor with large metal shoulder pads, a large chest piece that stopped a short distance below the middle of her torso, and metallic boots and gauntlets.

But it’s not a common practice for anyone in the supernatural community. But I can’t help but wonder, is that something Amelia would want? I shake the thought away and focus back on Chris’s neck. It’s not like any animai mark I’ve ever seen. For us, when you mark your animai the bite morphs into a small silver paw print, specifically the paw of the wolf who marked them. Fingerprints are unique and so are paw prints. Chris doesn’t have a small paw print, he has… okay, this sounds crazy, but it looks like two puncture marks, but the marks are covered by two small scales, like from a reptile. They have this black and gold shift to them. What the fuck is that?