I Am Shifting Method Novels & Stories

"Ms. Beast is tired of you wasting time." "You call her Ms. Beast?" he asks with a grin. I lift my hands and shrug. "You have your word and I have mine. Are we getting on with this or what?" The frustration in my voice should tip him off that I no longer want to talk. He cocks his head. "You realize you could shift while mating." "What?" No way, absolutely not! "It's rare. With you newly changed you need to be aware of it." "It won't happen." Crap, it better not. The short hair that covers my body when I shift will take "I must shave my legs to be with a guy" to an entirely new level. No snouts, no big teeth, and definitely no hair.

Not panic. Something else. Something far more dangerous. The beginning of a shift.

His smile turned to one of concern and his face became serious. “What do you mean? You said you never got the shifting gene, so you can’t be seventeen.” My eyes widened at his words. That wasn’t what we were told in school. My voice started to come out shaky as thoughts began racing through my mind. “What are you talking about? That’s basic shifting. We learn that as children when we start school. If a Shifter has not transformed by their sixteenth birthday, then it means the shifting gene is absent, and they were cursed to live as humans.

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.

But maybe I could just shift quickly in that case, and he won’t see anything. The second shift isn’t as startling as the first. All my body parts go smoothly into place, and Rhia seems calm. Then again, there’s no one here threatening her, and this time, I’m expecting the shift. Things may have been fine the first time around, too, had I known what day it was in advance. Maybe they shouldn’t keep their calendars locked up around here. The physical act of shifting back and forth feels natural now. I do it easily over a dozen times.

how the fuck do I do that? I have no idea, the shift just happened, and I had no control over it. I hope to God I'm not stuck like this forever. I shake my head…No, Ash assured me he had seen visions of us shifting back, we will be fine. All I have to do is work out how to do it. Easy…. I try to slow my breathing down and think of myself as a human… No …. that doesn't work. Cookie looks at me, and I shake my head.

They all turned serious when they heard me, the biggest reasons why some wolves did not joined the training session is mostly because they might die if they lose at the tournament. "Today I will be teaching you guys how to shift incompletely." They looked at each other in puzzlement and looked back at me. "It is called mental shifting , it is the simple ability to shut out all activities happening around in order to fully heighten all your senses. This can be done whenever you are searching out preys, or something that may be of danger to you. It takes a good deal of concentration and focus to learn this skill. As you all know, for the tournament, your test will be carried out in the wildern

We’re both dressed in comfortable clothing as I take her hand and walk to the edge of the forest. “I’m nervous,” she says, squeezing my hand. “It’s going to hurt, right?” “You’ve fought me before and you’re asking if shifting will hurt?” I say, chuckling. “It’s a comfortable pain you get used to, don’t worry.” Taking her to a clearing in the forest next to a stream so she can shift away from prying eyes, we strip off our clothing and I ask her to take calming breaths. “Clear your mind and think only about your wolf. Speak with her, let her know she’s about to take your place, and feel the soil beneath her paws again. Ask her to go slow because too much pain at a time will cause your body to

Once I’ve removed my t-shirt and sports bra, I quickly call my wolf forward. My vision goes shimmery and I feel the familiar surge of energy as my bones snap and rearrange, and in a few seconds I’m down on all fours, shaking out my fur. When I first learned to shift, the transformation was painful. Now, it’s second nature. I barely feel a thing. I glance down at the soft earth under my tan paws, stretch, then circle back to the path.

“Hold it out flat. Now envision exactly what you want to happen.” I bit my lip. I thought as hard as I could, but still nothing happened. I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding in a great huff. “It’s not working,” I whispered. “I can’t do it. I can’t shift.” “No, of course you can! Don’t say that. You’ve just forgotten how, that’s all.” “But what if I haven’t forgotten?” I blinked up at him helplessly. “What if I could never shift in the first place?”