Is Reality Shifting Safe Novels & Stories

All I could think of was that I needed him to be safe. I told myself it was because last time we’d met Tyler, he’d nearly died, but I had a feeling there was more to it than that. It made me feel guilty. I was a terrible friend. Kyle had broken me out of captivity, and Malcom was literally blood. Why couldn’t I worry for them on the same level? “Stay close,” Shelia warned. “If you feel the urge to shift, run. You can’t risk completing that bond unless you want to be stuck with him.”

She’d figured that was something the shifter mind did to make things a little less jarring when the shifter woke up. Next clue was how intense the colours were. She so rarely remembered her dreams. At least she’d not done something crazy like entering the Dream Realm. That would have been truly frightening, with the Dream Realm pretty much an unstable war zone. It was dangerous normally, but now. Now it was dangerous and unstable. NARC made sure everyone and anyone that could access it knew that it wasn’t safe for anyone to access. The mages claimed that places here and there appeared to be healing or repairing itself, but it would take time for that to change.

“About shifting? Or what we saw on the news?” “Everything.” I scanned the area. “I feel like everyone’s watching me now. And I don’t want to give them any more ammunition to use against me. What if there’re cameras around here? Or drones we can’t see? I think shifting might not be such a good idea right now.” “Fine, we’ll take your Jeep,” he said, shoving his arms back into his shirt. “You need to feel safe.”

She took the number and replied, “Gladly.” I got on my phone and called my doctor. She answered on the second ring, “Doctor Harper here.” I smiled at her pleasant voice, “Hi Doctor Harper. This is Princess Chloe. I have a question for you. How soon do I need to stop shifting?” I could hear Doctor Harper typing on her computer as she replied, “Let me look up your chart. I see, It’s not recommended at all now, Princess Chloe. It’s just too dangerous for your children. I’m sorry.” I smiled, “I understand. It’s okay. Thank you, Doctor Harper.”

It had created a future that required learning how to inhabit it without flinching. Kieran glanced at me, reading the shift in my expression with ease. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” “I think we’re starting something harder than the fight,” I said. He raised an eyebrow. “Harder than holding reality together with our bare hands?” “Maintaining it,” I said. “Day after day. Choosing not to fall back into the habit of fear just because things are quiet. Learning to trust the stillness.” He considered that, his gaze drifting across the clearing to where the warriors were now playing a game of stones. “Yeah,” he said after a moment. “That tracks.”

Definitely not… She began to wonder if others felt the same way. But as far as she knew, most didn’t bother shifting anymore, it was easier to live in human form. Shifting required consent from the wolf and a large, open space, away from others. What if someone lost control and went on a rampage? “Because shifting isn’t safe anymore, darling,” Mateo said gently. “Not everyone can handle it or control themselves properly. So the pack members agreed long ago to avoid shifting after coming of age, except for that one week of freedom when our wolves are first awakened.”

Every sound is clear, every detail sharp, but none of it feels threatening. I take it all in. The way the trees stand tall around the lake like silent guardians. The way the night hums softly instead of pressing in. The way the air feels open and endless. For some odd reason, for the first time since I ever shifted, there is a sense of safety settling over me. It surprises me. Usually when I shift, even if I crave it, there is always a thread of tension running through me. A constant alertness. An awareness that I am exposed. That someone might see. That I might have to run again at any moment.

Shifting is something worth celebrating, but unfortunately, I will have to shift out of necessity. But the truth is that I am terrified of shifting My dad promised to be around me on my first shift because he knew I was always so scared of transition. Is a shame he will not be here to cheer me up and encourage me. My mom will just be up there watching me instead of coming closer to me. I feel my world has crumbled over a single night. n

To restructure the process so it no longer resembles a bloodsport wrapped in silk. When they finish, I don’t speak right away. But I’m smiling. “You did this for me.” “No,” Rael says. “We did it because it was right. You just helped us see it.” I reach out, take his hand in mine, and squeeze. Then I reach for Maddox, for Dagen, and finally for Vane. Their hands are warm. Steady. Present. And I realize for the first time since the moment I shifted... that I’m safe.

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