Shifting Eye Method Novels & Stories

” He stills his movements but I can’t tell if he’s trying to do what Patrick has asked. “It took me four years to be able to use my eyes during a partial shift. I discovered quite by accident, that looking at the eyes of another wolf with black-out eyes allowed my eyes to adjust quicker to my surroundings than if I just forced them to open. Based on your reaction I believe you’ve shifted like this before but you haven’t had anyone with experience to help you with it.” He nods his head slowly against my arm. “Open your eyes slowly. Look straight ahead at Luna but slightly up so that you can see me. If they start to hurt then you shut them and start again when you’re comfortable.”

She gives me a long look but doesn’t argue. Just sighs. “Healing herbs and balms have already been prepared. Your body’s going to need them after last night.” ……. Back in my own room, I sit at the vanity and lean close to the mirror. I pull my lower lid down with one finger, then the other, checking the whites, the irises, looking for anything that could be different. Shifter eyes glow when the beast is close, when it’s pushing forward, fighting to surface and sometimes when it’s talking. I’ve seen it in other wolves a thousand times.

She does better with staying back stage, or so she convinces herself. Taking a few steps closer to her, I watched as she kept her head low, avoiding my gaze while shrimping herself further to look small. I extended my hands out, resting them on her shoulder. Pushing them back slowly, I made her straighten her spine and square her shoulders, no longer looking so small. Then, I moved my hand to her chin, raising her head so she aligns her gaze with mine.

I voiced out, balancing my hands on her hips to adjust her stance properly. "Close your left eye and keep your right eye open. The darkness produced by your closed eye is luring you in but that's not the focus. Focus your attention on the picture your open eye is trying to paint for you. Narrow your open eye on the bull's eye." My voice was soft and laced with comfort. I was trying to make her as calm as she could be. No, you are trying to push her buttons. The tiny voice in my head reminded me and I smirked.

Rebecca moved past us, stepping between Jessica’s trembling frame and the gathered Alphas. The convulsions wracked Jessica’s body over and over again, granting her only seconds of stillness before the next wave hit. “During my research in the family library,” Rebecca began, her voice calm despite the chaos, “I came across an ancient method. One that was used for cases that matched...Jessica’s.” She tilted her head toward her sister before shifting her piercing gaze back to us. “A method to force the shift.” Raymond’s face drained of color. “Wait—you don’t mean—”

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"Then we work on closing distance before she gets into the air and making the ground fight uncomfortable for her. Eagle shifters at ground level have less flexibility than in the air. The talons are dangerous but they need space to deploy properly. Take the space away." She nodded. "I like the sound of that. Show me how to do it." We went through it. I demonstrated the entry pattern, how to close fast from the initial position before a shifter got lift, how to use body angles to limit the overhead strike path. She picked it up quickly. Quicker than I expected. After twenty minutes I moved in to show her a defensive hold, a specific arm position that could blunt a talon strike without taking

Then one of Mike’s fingers, resting at his side, twitched. Just once. Barely. “His finger moved,” Dr. Zimmer said, his voice breaking with excitement. And then, right in front of everyone watching the monitors and the operating table, Mike’s eyelids, closed for three long months, trembled too. One second. Two. Three. Seven seconds later, his heavy eyelids slowly, painfully, opened a narrow slit. At first his gaze was unfocused, clouded. Then his eyes closed again before opening once more. No one in the room dared breathe.