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Sensing the challenge, she shrugged before opening the giant book and placing it on the coffee table. Everyone’s eyes shifted onto a black and white drawing where a human was sitting grouched, knees to her chest, and a wolf was standing before her. There was a trail of smoke between the two, reminding me of the exact thing that happened in the morning! “What you are looking at, is what’s called, a Split Shifter.” Grace began, earning all of our attention. “The cases of split shifting are rare, one time in centuries kind of rare. That’s because the split shifters are believed to possess some kind of power that can enhance one of shapeshifters and supernaturals.” She placed fourth, causing my

We’re sitting at a stoplight. “Yeah. I’m fine.” I look over and give her the best smile I can manage. “Bullshit.” She puts the tiny shifter into first gear and pulls out into the intersection. “No, I’m fine. Really.” “It’s Mick, isn’t it?” “No.” I try to act like her guess is stupid. “Colin?” “No! Jesus, not Colin.” I shake my head, suddenly angry for no good reason. “Geez, okay. No need to have a frigging cow.”

She stares at her lap, “I feel like I never get any better at reading people. I really thought he was my friend. He helped me so much when I was pregnant with Lila.” “Love makes people do crazy things.” I proclaim, glancing at the bathroom door, where I can hear Sophie chattering with Lila to give us time to talk in private. Such a clever little lamb. My wolf thinks, making my thoughts take a particularly inappropriate turn. Down Boy, I caution him, turning my attention back to the matter at hand, “having feelings for you doesn’t make him a villain.” “You never would have tried to manipulate me that way.” She counters, perhaps giving me more credit than I deserve. I don’t know many shifters

Instead of answering, Kai reached out and brushed his thumb over the corner of Logan’s mouth, trying to wipe away whatever it was. “Stay,” Kai murmured, tilting his head as if to get a better angle. Before Logan could react, Kai leaned in closer, pressing a little harder to remove the stubborn smudge. Their faces were inches apart now, their breath mingling while Logan's heart pounded. The door handle rattled open and Jared strode in without warning, his eyes landing directly on them—Kai practically on top of Logan, with their faces almost touching. Jared's eyebrows furrowed in anger, before seething; “You dirty whore!”

Each thrust becomes rougher and deeper than the last. The more aggressive I become, the more she seems to like it. The woman on my bed is no longer the cheeky, snarky Sarah I got to know; she's an absolute mess, eager to be destroyed. I let go of her right hip, still holding her down, and slide my hand to her breast. I move my hips as if my life depended on it while my finger captures her nipple and twists it, eliciting a loud moan from the gorgeous cat shifter.

Florence’s POV I settled into the passenger seat, the car's engine humming to life as we left the others behind. I squirmed in my seat, feeling a little sore after what we just did but I love every second of it. I don't regret a single millisecond of how he left me satisfied. He asked numerous times earlier if I could walk properly and it was hurting too much. But thankfully, our shifter abilities lessen the soreness and we can move fine after a few hours. That’s why shifters do lovemaking a little more frequently than humans. We are built differently.

And their intense focus on the physical is deeply erotic. But there’s one more thing: they’re shifters. The Shifter, according to Vogler, is the archetype that speaks directly to the mystery we always confront in the opposite sex. In The Writers Journey, he writes, “It’s natural for each sex to regard the other as ever-changing, mysterious. Many of us don’t understand our own sexuality and psychology very well, let alone that of the opposite sex.” Shifters are the archetype for romance. They’ve one more function: they are the agents for change. For transformation.

"An untrained shifter is dangerous, even at his age. If he shifts in public, around humans—" "I know. I know." Sera holds Connor closer. "We'll figure it out." Two weeks later, Elena shifts for the first time, too. Same sudden transition, same confusion. The pack doctor hypothesizes it's because they're twins—sharing the supernatural development, pushing each other to new milestones. Whatever the reason, Sera and Dante now have two wolf pups who shift unpredictably. Training begins. Gentle exercises to help the cubs control their shifts. Games that teach them the difference between a human and a wolf. Pack members take turns supervising, ready to intervene if a shift happens at a bad time.

This is not something any respecting Shadow Warrior would do. "Shift, Marinah," I groan into her ear. Our bodies transform and I pull her flush against me. Her mouth is waiting and I grind my lips harshly against hers. Her fingers sink into my braids and mine into her nape keeping her in place. Her taste, her scent, her everything. I slide my hands over her bare skin, feeling it shiver beneath my touch. "Are you okay?" she breathes into my mouth once I let her up for air.

"I shouldn't have changed your parents' tickets. I shouldn't have let Bianca get involved in the wedding. I shouldn't have spent your money on her." "What else?" "I shouldn't have hurt you." At last, I looked at him. "You still think the point is that I was hurt. It isn't. The point is that you treated me like a card that would never decline." His eyes reddened. "That's not true. I love you. Bianca came back so suddenly, and I lost my head." "When you lost your head, you still knew how to move my parents to economy. You knew how to dump your luggage on me. You knew how to buy a bracelet with my card. You knew how to stand in a chapel I paid for and wait for me to show up."