Skinwalkers Ohio Novels & Stories

“I was going to tell you, but I hadn’t had the chance yet. There’s been an attack.” I stopped in my tracks, turning to face her fully. “Do they have any idea who is doing this killing?” I asked. I had suggested using my private investigator, but the elders had said they did not want to accept that from me unless I was corned by the Oath Staff. She hesitated for a moment, then said, “Skinwalkers.” “Skinwalkers?” I repeated, my voice incredulous. “They don’t exist, Lily. That’s just a myth. I can't believe you of all people would have faith that they still exist.”

“You’re from a long line of Shaman women. Including myself.” Ava turned towards the voice and found that she was not surprised to see Willow standing nearby. The living woman yawned. She had been reading for quite some time. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Yeah. I saw something in the dream walkers information. Something about Skin Walkers?” “You’re not one of them,” stated the elder woman. “At least not from my side of the family.”

Lyric chimes in. “Anyone else?” I ask the rest of the room. Tawny and Morgan were the only ones who hadn’t given any input as of yet. “Kolby is also Senko’s son. Petra is his sister by blood. You have always said second chances are deserved.” Tawny stands and comes to my side, reaching up and laying a hand on my shoulder. Morgan sighs loudly and overly dramatically, “I have nothing. Though, Skinwalkers are a rarity, born once in a blue moon. Just like Grimalkins. It would be a shame to toss away something so precious.”

We move together like we've been training for years—Finley setting the foundation with direct central engagement, me somehow knowing exactly how to connect our movements, and Dane completing whatever strategy forms between us. The Skinwalkers are freaky-strong, bending in ways nothing should be able to bend, coordinating their attacks like they share a hive mind. But despite this, we're holding our own, maybe even winning. Then I notice their pattern—two targeting Finley at the front of our triangle, two focusing on Dane, and one specifically coming after me. They're trying to break our formation, targeting each position in the triad separately. They know what we are. Exactly how we function