Tangled In Moonlight: Unshifted Novels & Stories

A shift in air. Isolde’s eyes locked on the silhouette outside. Tall. Broad. Unmoving. No umbrella. Just rain soaking his shoulders. Mikhail clicked furiously on the trackpad, scrolling through progress logs. “Upload’s crawling. I’ve split it across five mirror servers, but this thing’s got encrypted deadweights. It’ll take eight minutes.” “Do it at six,” she murmured. “I’m not a wizard, Wrenleigh.” A drop of water slid from her temple down her cheek, hot despite the chill. Her instincts were screaming now not from paranoia but precision. Something about the man outside…

If they reach the establishment, they’ll bring the entirety put down on beat of the Blood Moon pack. “Atlas!” I yell down to him, where he’s in his wolf shape nearby Claire and Ivy. “We require to—” Then something hammers into me in midair, sending me rushing through space. The world turns, my wings tangle around me, and my grasp on my enchantment breaks down. Following thing I know, I’m falling, fair like in my ancient dream, diving descending as the ground races up to meet me…

I felt connected, not fearful. The moon rose that night. Clear. Pale. Silver over the forest floor. Shadows sharp. Wolves gathered in the clearing. Alpha at center. Half-shifted, but calm, controlled. I felt it first. Moonmark pulsing lightly on my wrist. Unstable before, flickering, uncertain. Now steady. Permanent. Clear. Glowing faintly under moonlight. Same shape as his. Same glow. Bonded. Unbreakable. I lifted my sleeve slightly. Pulled it back. Luminous, matching his. Gold glow faint but is visible. Heart thumped hard. Bond echoes every sensation. Pressure, warmth, pulse. Connection real, physical, undeniable.

Chapter 7: Feral Surrender The world blurred into a haze of silver light and snarling shadows as I lunged at Thorne, my claws slicing through the air toward his chest. The poison burned like fire in my veins, twisting my thoughts into a storm of raw hunger and rage. His blood already scented the air from the shallow cuts I'd raked earlier, sharp and metallic, mixing with the damp earth of the glade we'd stumbled into. The moon watched from above, full and merciless, bathing everything in a glow that made my skin prickle, my partial shift pulling at me like an unbreakable tether. Fur sprouted along my arms in patches, my eyes stinging as they shifted, glowing with that wild, unnatural light.

Ally and Tori seemed torn, weather to shift too and run after them, or to see if I was going to change. I couldn't blame them for wanting to run. Yesterday I'd shifted twice. The first one while -annoyingly- I was in the shower. It had taken me 15 minutes of hot water before I shifted back, while being yelled at to get out. I'd shifted again just before dinner while I tried to win in pool against Sky. He's laughed when I shifted and look down at me and said; 'good thing it's not your turn' before pocketing a ball and grinning at me. I was a wolf for nearly half an hour and had to wait to change back before I got dinner.

I tried to distract myself by scrolling through social media, but my mind kept drifting back to Lovette. My nose twitched as I caught a faint whiff of something strange in the air. It was a smell I couldn’t quite place, but it set off alarm bells in my head. My senses were on high alert as I scanned the area, trying to determine the source of the unusual scent. I heard the explosions first, a loud, jarring sound that made my ears ring. The next thing I saw was big black rogues, already shifting and ready to devour the humans. The sound of shattering glass and screams filled the air as the group of rogue shifters burst through the windows and doors of the restaurant, their fur black as night

The moon broke free of the clouds overhead, flooding the ruined courtyard with silver light. Somewhere in the north— The other Moon-Marked was awake. And the world had shifted forever.

The shattered moon was no longer a celestial body; it was an archipelago of bone-white rock and radioactive cobalt drifting in a chaotic, low-gravity dance. As the thousand gliders of the Union approached the debris field, they looked like autumn leaves caught in a gale. There was no air here to catch their wings, so the "Silver-Eyed" children took over, using their connection to the planet’s magnetic wake to "tug" the bronze-wood shells toward the largest lunar fragments.

Bailey kicked off her heels, ruffled her long curled inky locks and strolled over to Kaleb's bed. She hadn't bothered putting on the lights because that would only add to the migraine lurking behind her lids. The moon gave a little light in the room anyway so she could spot the bed. Barely but she wasn't blind to not see the shape of it in the dark. When she plopped on the bed and shifted closer to the headboard she thought of the many girls who have been on there.

It had the sign of the moon on it too. "This, is the sword of Artemis, it will be your cloud in the day and fire in the night. It will be your guild. Accept this gift from the goddess of the moon." Myra bowed placing the sword in her hands. Kendrick hesitated taking it at first, but changed his mind as his took it carefully from her hands. He held it in his hands and the moon symbol on the handle of the sword glowed brightly, and so did the moon on Myra's forehead.