How To Shift Instantly Novels & Stories

“What happened?” “I… I felt her,” I gasped. “She was running too.” Caroline’s eyes lit up. “Yes! That’s exactly what we want.” She jogged over, placing her hands on my shoulders. “When wolves train like this, they don’t think their way into shifting. They feel their way. They let instinct take over.” Instinct. Something I’d buried for years. “Again,” I said before I could talk myself out of it. This time, when I ran, I tried not to worry about technique or pace or how ridiculous I looked tearing through grass like a desperate mad woman.

Ursa's punch missed, and he immediately chased after her. With his large build and long legs, each step he took spanned the distance of two or three ordinary strides. He quickly closed in on Jane. Standing firm, he stepped forward with his left leg, shifting his weight forward, and followed up with another right punch. Whoosh— The punch tore through the air, the force disturbing a few strands of Jane's hair. Once again, she retreated and moved left. For Ursa to keep up with her, he had to step forward with his right leg. To control his speed, the moment his right leg lifted, all the weight previously on his left leg instantly shifted back to his right without any buffer.

Kyle said. “It might help you, too,” Sheila said. Kyle didn’t look convinced. “What do you want us to start with?” “First point is shifting at will. Without the influence of the moon,” Sheila said. Kyle pulled his shirt over his head. “Easy enough.” Nervous flutters filled my stomach. I’d shifted once on my own, during a full moon. I knew it was coming, of course. It made sense that I’d need to learn to shift at will, but it was a big step.

"You're clear, Reaper. Shift now and take the inside," Wendell's voice buzzed in her ear. Riley felt the vibrations of the car, the blood pumping through her veins and the music blasting all around her. She placed her fingertips against the gearshift, let the car drift a few extra seconds and then moving her feet in tandem with her hand, switched gears. The car screamed around the cliff edge, biting through grass and dirt as it left the road for a few seconds before regaining the asphalt and overtaking the lead car.

“Jackson, I mean it. What the hell do I do?” He looks up at me now. Seeing the panic in my eyes, his whole body shifts. “Right, change gears, slowly, keep dropping until your in second and move your foot off the clutch slowly.” I do as he says, moving my foot off the clutch slowly, unsure of what ‘slowly’ means. “Good, I am going to pull the hand brake. We should be going slowly enough that it doesn’t throw us off the road.” Watching as his hand grips it, I close my eyes, not wanting to see.

“What?” “The brakes aren't working! They're melting! And the car is sliding all over the road! I'm losing control!” “Rayne, downshift! Try to slow it down manually. Can you see a safe place to steer into?” Downshift? What the hell does that mean? “What do you mean? I'm not exactly a racing expert! I can barely keep the car on the road!” “Listen! Shift into a lower gear, now! It'll help slow the car. Look for a safe spot to steer into, like a grassy median or a wide shoulder.”

“I sure am. Don’t worry, I’m here. You can do it.” I started the car, tried driving again and said, “I’m starting to get the hang of it.” “I know. And it’s cool right? Just remember not to shift almost immediately to the second gear for momentum. Then shift up to the third. Don’t get the engine too angry – like me,” she said while flashing a grin to fake intimidate me. “Okay, boss. I’m already scared as it is. Let me focus! HAHAHA,” I replied with a nervous laugh.

I ask immediately, and I don’t even have the time to think about it before the words are out of my mouth. “Shifting?” he questions, looking at me again. He’s responsible, never taking his eyes off of the road for more than a few seconds at a time, and that’s comforting to know. “It’ll hurt less and less every time, which is why I want you to do it a few more times before we get up there. If the Rogues catch us, you’ll need to shift quickly and run.” I nod, and lower my gaze to stare at his hand on my thigh.

Fight how you would fight if he was a true enemy. I am a runner, I’m sneaky, and I am a shifter. I stepped up, dipping low, twisting my body on to the ground as I stretched my leg out, swinging it with force. The palms of my hand rest on the soft fabric beneath our feet, but my claws break through, and I can feel the cushion deep within. My leg hits the side of his knee, causing him to buckle, and lose that strong stance he took. He tries to catch himself from falling as I twist my body back up, lifting my knee high, making contact with his chin. His body begins to fly backwards. I grabbed both of his arms, pulling them out, separating them from each other as I pulled him back up towards me,

Of course, she’s gorgeous. “That was a great shift,” Greg adds, switching straight into instructor mode. “For your second shift, you two did really well. We’ll work on some meditation techniques to speed it up, and we’ll get you shifting mid-fight too. Eventually, you’ll be able to shift on the move like a pro.” He smirks.