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“If you're in the middle of the woods, maybe you could use a little entertainment. - Thanks. I paid a deck of cards and Clara threw a flyer about shifters into the bag. “A lot of it is New Age code. She pointed a gnarled finger at the howling wolf and full moon on the cloak. “But if you want good general information about shapeshifters, it's a good place to start. - Thanks. - You are welcome. I just hope what I said didn't confuse you even more. — Confused me? Clara's gentle eyes met mine.

He picked it up and saw Harper flinched. “So you’re telling me you have discovered how to use this?” Harper nodded. She knows she has hit his pride. For some reason, he’s also disappointed with her. Disappointed with the fact that she’s the one who made it. Not him. “Yes. it can make someone shapeshift.” Damon didn’t dare to hide his surprise. Shapeshifting, huh? “You’ve done it?” “I did… and I can show you how.” Damon licked his lower lip. It’s emasculating to let her teach her on some stuff, but his curiosity grows after each second. Helikes to know it so he can use it against Marion… and the war that hasn’t stopped yet.

“The last piece of feather from the shapeshifter has been extracted. The pentacle is now ready.” Shapeshifters were much more mysterious compared to the werewolves. In every ten werewolves, the ratio of the shapeshifters would be 2:10. Two of which were the shapeshifters. The reason why there were only a few shapeshifters was because of the small numbers of females in their race and the rate of their pregnancy. Female shapeshifters could only give birth once or twice every five years. Because of these reasons, the shapeshifter community kept to themselves before they shut away from any other races. The shapeshifter race thrived for many generations until one witch developed a spell on how to

Reaching to my own mug, I took a sip and was surprise when chocolate melted into my mouth. “So I suppose you have questions. Well, we're here to answer them. Shoot away.” Everyone seemed to lean in closer to see what I was going to say. “Well, um, what can you guys do, what do you guys do, what's happening to my best friend... should I continue?” I tried to sound polite, but it came out a little bitter. Stephan stared at me at first, then glanced at Nathan and took a deep breath. “Well, we are Shape Shifters. You guys probably know us as Werewolves, but we prefer the term Shape Shifters. That's because there are certain packs that can change into different animal. We can shift anytime, but i

Like how viruses can take over cells and turn them into viruses as well maybe my delusions were drawing from that. I step out of the shower, feeling determined. I dry myself off and dress quickly into an old t-shirt and boy shorts. I give my hair a quick towel dry and go to the computer. I type in google “monsters that can infect with a bite.” It is kind of a long shot but who knows what I’ll find, maybe what I need. I look through the results with a disappointed breath. There was some article on zombies, some about some games I’ve never heard of, and a T.V. show about parasites. I did find a page that mentioned shapeshifters. There is some type of shapeshifter monsters that can infect human

“Breathe, Akiro, breathe.” Akiro flushed in embarrassment as he realised he had just rambled towards Terrence, but the guy was just looking at him in amusement. “Sorry, I just got really, really curious,” he said. “Again, it’s alright,” the shapeshifter said, brushing off his apology. “And to simply answer your questions: we can only change if it’s a living being we’re shifting to. No need to touch or chant something. Just as long as we know what they looked like. Though we can miss a few details because it wasn’t like we could look at someone else’s whole features. Just the surface.”

And everything changed. The sensation wasn't cold or hot. It was like a surge of electricity spreading through her entire body. She saw flashes of images: ancient forests, palaces, swords, blood. She felt the exhilaration of running free as a shifter, the agony of betrayal, the loneliness of thousands of years. All of Morat’s emotions flooded into her.

I manage. She plants herself on the bed and starts taking off her heels. “Already told you, Sarah. You're gonna have to leave town. Lay low for a bit. Maybe get a fake ID and start a new life as a goat farmer in Bolivia or something. Better still, come with me, and let's go work at the strip club together. They offer free accommodation. Maybe not entirely free, but really cheap. You can hide there for a while. Change your hair, your weight, your DNA, whatever. And, hey, you can even pick a new name. Something like 'Chastity,' or 'Innocence,' or 'Virginal Sarah.'"

Lying on the floor was a woman who looked human, but she had long claws. "I hope you're not so stupid that you don't know what shape-shifters are. They suck your energy and make sure that the person they inhabit is hated by everyone, so that person can't trust anyone but them. They like attention. The only person on your side? Yes, she is there," he said before walking away, leaving me standing there in shock.

But to fight. So between sitting Brandon down and turning to face his attackers Ezekiel released the energy holding his Shift at bay. He marveled as he did at every Shift in the way that that same energy that had constricted around him, was now changing him, allowing skin and bone to slide painlessly away and reform. In moments his leopard's thick fur and powerful jaws took the place of human flesh.