Shifter's Bargain: A Dance With Destiny Novels & Stories

"No this is on you. If you can't get her up to speed then she has no business being here. You need to check who you're talking to." She sent me a glare before snatching her arm from me. People forget that I am the boss because I dance too. I don't do it for the money, I honestly do it because I like it. It keeps me from letting my wolf out and tearing everything in sight. After a while, without your mate, you slowly become more and more bitter. This is why it's not recommended to shift unless you have to in anger. My wolf was really mellow, and not to mention very playful. I walked onto the dance floor to make my rounds. I sat on the starter couch with my phone in my hand. Stage by stage I m

The music faded into a lingering chord, and for a moment, the world was just the heat of Sol’s hand in mine. But as we began to step off the floor, the bubble of the dance burst. A tall, broad-shouldered man intercepted us. His hair was a shock of white, and his eyes had the pale, predatory stillness of a Siberian lion shifter. He bowed low, his gaze lingering on me with a mix of curiosity and blatant hunger. To him, and to everyone else in this room, I was still just the mysterious girl on the Prince’s arm—the "Help" who had somehow returned in silver silk.

There was no amount of concealer to hide the shadows around those eyes and I had my hair pulled back in a bun so tight it was hurting me. I was twenty-six. I was supposed to be completing a degree, or traveling, or at least having a drink with friends that didn’t only talk about their tips at the diner. My mates did party but not me. Instead, I was calculating the cost of feeding and bills to pay. "Next stop, Damen," the overhead voice crackled. I stood up, my knees cracking. Every joint in my body felt like it would fail. I’d just finished a ten hour shift, and the sun was barely out. Most people were just waking up while I was just trying to make it to the front of my door.

Sienna, present... The thing about my life is that it feels as though I have lived many. From my torturous childhood, to the death of my pack, to being left alone for years. I've seen many things someone would barely see in 3 lifetimes let alone my miserable 1. The fact I'm still here still astounds me. 24 years old and all I've known is misery, distaste and cruel people. I decided when I was able to shift that I would no longer be this awful waste of space person.

“Of course. But, I’m not going to ignore a prophecy. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. It’s bound to happen, one way or another.” “But this isn’t even clear, this has left room for interpretation and different outcomes.” “I chose the positive one,” he said. See, suffocating. “And what is this… She-Shifter?” “Easy… you are the first woman Shifter.”

She shouts, her skin darkening with each word. That's when I realised that she was about to shift, that we would see her other form for the first time all because we made her angry, We had taken her to a point where she couldn't control the shift. Where her body was taking over and the other part of her wanted out, the site was breathtaking, her skin being swapped for feathers, each one the colour fire. she was much larger than I would have thought, her red eyes staring back, daring us to make a move against her. but none of did, We simply watched her in awe. Dumb struck by her beauty.

His smile turned to one of concern and his face became serious. “What do you mean? You said you never got the shifting gene, so you can’t be seventeen.” My eyes widened at his words. That wasn’t what we were told in school. My voice started to come out shaky as thoughts began racing through my mind. “What are you talking about? That’s basic shifting. We learn that as children when we start school. If a Shifter has not transformed by their sixteenth birthday, then it means the shifting gene is absent, and they were cursed to live as humans.

"Whoa! There are just two left for our gentleman, you should hurry up and grab one of them, here we have the beautiful model, the very heiress of Clyde's empire."''The lady is beautiful, she is twenty-four.""She is more beautiful." For the first time, Dante comments on the game, and Jayden's heart is saddened, Dante is still into Shirley, how could he think of Shirley as beautiful when Barbara is there?"Don't tell me, you are going to bid for her," Jayden asked with a tight jaw."Is not bad, if I bid for her, or is it?" Dante asked, he shook his head, Dante moved his gaze back to the stage, he could see Shirley's face very well, she was a beauty to behold."Alright, gentlemen place your biddin

Blight calls out to me, nodding towards a particularly large wolf shifter barreling towards us. I crack my knuckles, a smirk playing on my lips. “Yeah, I see him. Fancy taking him on together?” Blight laughs, a sound that’s almost as dangerous as the blade he wields. “Thought you’d never ask.” We move as one, a deadly dance that’s been perfected over countless battles. The wolf shifter charges, but we’re ready. I feint to the left, drawing his attention, while Blight circles to the right, his knife ready.

With its muscles tensing, the shifter growled yet again. “Growl all you want, but if you jump at me again, I’m going to free this arrow. It may not be silver, but it will hurt like hell and knock you on your ass. When you get back up, I’ll have a silver one ready. This time, I’ll aim for between the eyes,” Zephyra told him, going again with her bluff like a boss technique. She didn’t have a single piece of silver on her. Now that it was pretty much illegal to carry or wear anything silver one would be hard-pressed to find it. The shifter didn’t move a muscle for several minutes. Finally, with a snort in her direction, it turned tail and ran off into the woods, making enough noise they had to