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He didn't get the joke, but she seemed to think something was funny. "Oh my!" She said with a clap of her hands, which brought everyone's attention back to her again in strength. "Let's save some time, almost every predator has a shifter form. Some non-predator animals also exist, and there's also mimics that can change their form at will. That I'm giving away for free, remember my kindness."

I can detect the warmness encompassing me, occupying the room with energy and light. The Shifters gaze at the shape, their red eyes drilling into the light with its dimness. Following a second, they all start to enter the shape, boarding maybe they were all in line to enter a voyage and leave on a mystical excursion. Awe overpowers me as every one of the Shifters enters the shape. I can feel it pulling at me, and I let go reluctantly. The shape cruises away, and as it does I can see that it looks like a boat, flying through the sky as though it is the sea. It requires a couple of moments after the boat vanishes for me to acknowledge what I had done.

I asked. She laughed a little at that. “A default face – I like that. Yes, they have a default face. They are manufactured creatures. Shapeshifters do not exist as a species. These are the only two and only because they are the result of the use of forbidden magic. However, one isn’t like the other.” I was hooked on every word. “How so?”

“I can make something. It’s based on wolfsbane — the real kind, the kind that kills wolves if it’s not diluted. But I can manipulate it. Change it. Real wolves won’t feel a thing. Shapeshifters? They’ll drop fast. Convulsions. Blood thins. They can’t keep their form. It takes a bit of my blood for it to work, but I can do it.” “You’ve done this before?” “I’ve seen it done. I learned to replicate it a few years back. It’s not legal — hell, it’s probably not even ethical. But it works. I’ll need saltwater fish, fresh. Some chemicals, basic stuff — stuff I think your family has stored in the barn. ” “You’re gonna cook shapeshifter poison in our barn?” “I prefer the word solution,” she said dryl

Seeing a being like this pretending to be Alice infuriated Joan to the core. The shapeshifter changed back into its original form. It was a male shapeshifter. “You must be the second child. The one with lesser powers. This should be fun. I could live as you for a while after you are gone” Joan scoffed in disgust as the shapeshifter inched closer to her and she inched backwards. Okay, there was no way she was going down without a fight. She couldn't let this ugly monster in front of her kill her, she wouldn't be able to rest in peace.

She lays it on the floor in the middle of our huddle and flicks through the brittle, browning pages. Inside, there are illustrations of creatures. I quickly see Lycans and Werewolves and Humans, as well as Witches and Wizards. But then she stops and shows us a whole picture on a page. It’s the picture of some kind of humanoid form, melting and dripping on the floor. White dead eyes. Shadow surrounding it. Gammie looks at us with a grim expression. “The thing that we are up against is the most dangerous of all. The Shape Shifter.”

I really don't know where he's going with this. "Are you talking about shapeshifters? I read somewhere about Native Americans being able to shape-shift." He smiles slightly. "Yes, that's sort of what I'm talking about. There are people who can shift from human to animal. I'm one of those people. I can change from human to animal." Interesting. I must still be unconscious because I swear he just told me he can change from a human to an animal. If I'm dreaming, I guess I'll go along with it.

Then I paid for the platform's highest level of promotion. People online moved fast, and it didn't take long for the video to reach them. This was no longer an era when the first person to post automatically won. I presented a complete chain of evidence, and public opinion turned quickly. "Some children repay their parents. Others come into the world for revenge." "Speaking up for this mother. She's been through enough." "Stop slandering your mom." I watched the comments, and my heart shook. I'd returned to life intending to outmaneuver them, but tears still kept pouring down my face.

We walk a few feet away from the house, the dewey grass wetting my bare feet, before I pointedly look down. “See?” she says. “Not hard.” She turns to look at me and follows my eyes. “Shift and run,” she shrugs. I give her a blank look, taking my phone out of my pocket, holding it up and giving it a wave before putting it back in my pocket. “You can talk!” she says loudly. “Goddess, you are such a wimp! They’re not listening for us.” I roll my eyes and groan. “I don’t have shoes, clothes and I have my phone.”

I asked. He shook his head. “No.” “Then why was I covered in blood?” I whispered. “I have a theory, but it’s very rare that it happens.” “Tell me.” “Sometimes, when the mother is in distress, the baby can lend their power to her, helping to protect themselves. I think your child helped you,” he explained. “Is my child… a shapeshifter?” I wasn’t sure if I was guessing correctly. Shapeshifters were rare, associated with earth power but at a higher level. It was an incredible gift, and like Darius and me, it was uncommon. “Maybe, Your Highness. It could be.”