Places To Shift To Novels & Stories

With that decision solidified in my mind, I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail and picked the easiest to- move -around in clothes to wear, then I checked on Erica's room to confirm if she was still asleep before I walked back to the room I'd found earlier filed with junks. Closing the door behind me, I pushed the table hiding the door away and closed it a bit behind so in case anyone came into the room, it wouldn't be obvious at first that someone was in there. I went to the same computer I used to search on the 'Net and clicked on the secret shifter website Noah had shown that every Alpha creates for their pack. This way shifters who were lost can search, decide to go to the nearest pack,

I ask her. "We're probably going to need to shift. I'm not going to lie to you. When we shift the first time, it's going to be excruciatingly painful. Your body hasn't had time to change its structure, so it's going to feel like your body is ripping apart, but I promise it will only feel like this the first time." I'm not looking forward to the pain, but at least it will only be once. "Okay, when should we do it?" I ask anxiously. I want to get back to Shaun. Before Skye can answer, the van door opens. Lester and Adam look at me with sly smiles on their faces.

“Betas never shift without permission from an Alpha. And no werewolf should ever shift in public spaces.” “Correct,” Lana said. “Do you have any questions?” “Don’t you think the no shifting in public rule is a little unfair?” I asked. “I mean, considering most Betas and Omegas live in the city. When do they ever get to shift?” “They can go on vacation out of the city,” Lana replied. “And there are special parks where they can shift with permission.” I didn’t want to argue with her, but I knew that most Betas and even fewer Omegas ever have time to take vacations. They’re too busy working to survive.

Uncle Alban covers a snort at the foot of the table with his napkin. I plow ahead with talking point number four. “Shifters are cooperative by nature, so we’re able to implement change quickly. We pivot quickly, too.” “Pivoting” is high value in the current marketplace according to my Human Business Jargon instructor. Alban exhales gustily, blowing out his jowly cheeks. Mr. Shah glances his way. I grit my back teeth. I guess we’re going to have the usual family debate in front of our human guests.

“You’re coming too. Be a witness.” “With pleasure, Brother Liam.” The three of us walked to a small park near the apartment. The place was quiet, only tall trees and a path lit by streetlamps. The full moon hung round and perfect in the sky. I stood in the middle of the park, gazing upward. Beautiful and terrifying all at once. Liam stood beside me. “Listen carefully. Shifting isn’t just about the body. It’s about the mind and control. Breathe deeply. Feel the moon above you. Let its light flow into your body.”

I feel… light and free and ready to run. There’s the issue of shifting, though. As I’ve mentioned, I’m not supposed to do it at all, and since there are windows looking down on me, it would be particularly dangerous and stupid to do it in the alley. But… I need to leave my clothes someplace where I can put them back on quickly, so I feel that I should shift somewhere near my own home.

William raised his eyebrows inquisitively. He continued. “Most of the shifters in this city lurk in the City Park. I believe a greater percentage of the houses that surround that park belong to these shifters. Every day, while we fold our hands and do nothing, these shifters grow in their number. And if nothing is done about this, they could one day take over this city.” Again, he paused as if looking for the best way to present his idea in words. “I suggest we burn down those houses that surround that park, to rid ourselves of these anomalies.”

Kael asked, his tone encouraging. “You’re planning for the warriors,” I said, looking at the layout of the inner pack. “But what about the children? And the elders who can't shift? If the Shadows uses a pincer movement, the main plaza will become a death trap. They’ll be caught in the crossfire.” Alaeric frowned, his eyes scanning the area I had pointed out. “We have guards stationed at the plaza.” “Guards aren't enough,” I countered, my father’s lessons rising to the surface. “You need to move the old people and pups to the Silver Mines. The tunnels are reinforced stone, and there’s only one way in. It’s the easiest place to defend with a small force.”

“Don't move! The council rules state that all shifters must be part of a pack city.” Without turning around, I ran fast through the alley and headed toward the metal ladder I had fixed into the ground when I first moved into this apartment building. I never entered any situation without having plan B, C, and D ready. These plans had helped me stay away from shifter cities for the last ten years, ever since Mom died. “Fucking rogue! Stop!” he yelled again.

Fear We stood in the clearing outside the shack, the bunker door still gaping behind us like an accusation. “They’re relocating,” the watcher repeated. “Within days. Maybe sooner.” “Not days,” another corrected bitterly. “Tomorrow or the next. They won’t delay after this.” “Good,” the first man said again, jaw tightening. “Stop saying that.” “It is good.” “How?” “They’ll be distracted.” That slowed them. “They’ll be preparing to move,” he continued. “Packing. Coordinating. Guard rotations shifting. Women being reassured. Dragons flying in and out.”