Chance Jenkins Novels & Stories

Dad added, "It's not just a ceremony of passage; it's a moment of great pride and celebration. Those who successfully shift are considered full-fledged members of the pack." Kathryn interjected, "And those who don't?" Mom’s face turned serious. "Well, my dear, those who don't are seen as outcasts, and it can be a challenging path for them within the pack." "But let's not dwell on that," Dad interjected, trying to sound positive. "Kathryn, your mother and I have been preparing for your ritual for a long time. We have a special location in mind for your first shift." I added, "It's going to be amazing, Kathryn. You're going to feel so connected to our origin and the pack."

It had been a fruitful journey. In exchange, however, Evelyn misunderstood him. She was even giving him the cold shoulder now! … Chance Manor was a large, mysterious building in the western suburbs of Cloudsea. There was a pond in the backyard, but it was more like a huge pit surrounded by cement walls. Instead of fish, a dozen ferocious crocodiles lived in the pond. They were more than ten feet long, lazily sunbathing on the shore. A few people stood by the wall. One was a hale and hearty old man with sparse white hair, a thin face, and sharp eyes. He was none other than Cloudsea’s secret mastermind, Theodore Chance — also known as Third Master Chance.

The ninety-eighth time, she indulged him after he killed our child. The ninety-ninth time, she indulged him and helped him evade justice. Vivian Blake really had only one chance left. The exhaust dust pulled me back to reality. Caleb once said he could only sit in the passenger seat, and he only didn't get carsick when Vivian drove. "Then let's use one chance. You can take a cab anyway." Ever since I nodded that time, Vivian's car had become his private ride. She no longer needed to ask me even once.