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I could feel him pacing anxiously, no doubt going crazy as I was. “We've imprinted.” I was amazed at how easily those two words came from my mouth. My mom continued to half-drag me down the hall. “No, honey, you're not. There's been some sort of misunderstanding. Trust me, the longer you're away from that canine, the better you will feel.” I focused in on the ache in my chest and knew that wasn't true. “Mom, I know it's strange for a Foreseer to be with a Shape Shifter, but—”

The crazy eyed look she had was making me uncomfortable. “I think there is a misunderstanding here,” I started. “I don’t need anyone to serve me.” “Well, of course not,” she started, “But as far as we know, you are the last Shifter. The Zytechions pledge to follow you. You are our leader.” My head hurts. This took a turn and I wasn’t sure if that was for the better. “Shouldn’t that be like a family thing… or something?” She chuckled at my panic.

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

I hadn't even finished a whole row yet. Some stuff is repeated but this book is by far my favorite. It's solely about bear shifters. Bear shifters are the most loyal type of shifter. They would lay down their lives for the ones they are to protect without a single thought. Thats terrifying. I don't want Dom to die because I might. Even though he would probably fight me on it.

she said as we walked down the hallway. I expected the triplets to head to their room, but they followed us to Hazel’s. When we got there, they sat on my bed while Hazel rummaged through her closet, pulling out a massive book and tossing it onto the floor with a loud thud. She flipped through a few chapters before stopping. “Shapeshifters. They’re the fourth group of supernaturals in Moon fire, but they aren’t very common.” As she said this, we all knelt around the book, looking at the drawings and the information.

“What happens when a marked shifter undergoes the Lycan ritual?” The older woman had been standing beside Aislin, her mid-length silver hair hanging loosely around her face, her gentle lilac eyes wandering between all of us. She folded her arms pensively. “It would be detrimental for both parties,” said Muriel, “interrupting the telepathic bond by emphasizing the physical aspects over the mental. It would usually include discomfort, agitation, pain, all sensations associated with the lycan’s hybrid form. Lack of control as a lycan would counteract the blessing of the marking ritual. Instead of harnessing the full potential of a shifter’s beast, they become… monstrous, feral. Stronger at the

Per what the hell do I care? They're not dead, right? You tell me. Shifters have the power to find their packs, Alpha or not. Preview one of them first and follow the topics that appear. Great... I guess. I'm clinically insane.

I didn’t recognize the room I was in, it wasn’t mine and it wasn’t Zane’s. Zane. I could still smell him all over me and on the sheets, giving me a comfortable pleasure. My mind started replaying last night’s events and the mind-numbing sex we had, sending little butterflies through my stomach. I felt my core heating up as images flashed of his sculpted body, his cold, pale blue eyes, his jet-black hair brushing against his forehead as his body poised over me drawing out orgasm after orgasm. Then it hit me, the rest came flooding back to me, the pain splitting my head open like a coconut and feeling like shards of ice were stabbing me all over. Then came the shift. The most excruciating tort

"Kindly don't detest me to an extreme. I truly like you all, you know. I'll deal with these folks for you, truth be told." Shifters burst into the entryways like a dull, turbulent cloud, assuming control over the murkiness and diving it into a much more profound, tumultuous franticness. I can look as Felix begins to transform with the development of the steadily evolving cloud, eyes like fire consuming his casualties. However, the mass of Shifters appears to combine upon him, nearly gulping him at the foundation of the edge. "It's not finished! I'm fine, yet you want to go now!" We hear the weak shout reverberating around the room, prodding us right into it.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !