The Last Shifter Book Novels & Stories

In truth, we thought they had all been wiped out eons ago when the plague hit the humans and the shifter wars began in an effort to control the realm. “I will speak with her and have Mason accompany her,” I said while turning in his arms and placing one of mine around his shoulder, my palm resting on the nape of his neck where my fingers twirled in his hair, but my gaze was still held by the lush greenery outside.

"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.

Do you think he is still mad at us? No… but I’m still furious with him. She snapped her teeth. Two faced hypocrite. I’m not mad… Lillah told her counterpart in a quiet voice. I’m annoyed enough for the both of us – you don’t have to be mad. Isn’t that a … dissonance of thought? Aren’t we meant to be the same? Lillah shivered with worry and a sleepy Rhy pulled her closer. It wasn’t common, but it happened – differences between the two halves twisting the shifter to become insane or wild.

“Inspiration doesn’t wait. Besides, you say things too good to waste. Like the coffee brooding? That was gold.” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he ordered two coffees. We grabbed a corner table, Goose still stealing glances from half the café. “So, what’s this book about?” Ace asked once we sat. “Cat shifters,” I said without hesitation. “Epic romance. Sarcastic hero, rambly heroine, lots of claws and passion.” Ace raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” My cheeks burned. “Coincidence.”

Jake rubs a hand over his face, already losing the battle not to laugh. “You fainted?” Alaric asks. “I’d only just found out shifters existed a few hours earlier,” Poppy defends. “And there were two of them claiming I was theirs!” A slow smile spreads across Alaric’s face. “There’s two of us.” Poppy points at him. “Exactly! This is madness.” The laugh that bursts out of her is loud enough to echo through the trees; it’s so infectious that even Bastian’s mouth twitches. Callen looks proud. “See? Progress.”

Logan gave him an occasional glance before saying, “We need to figure out what to do with you. You can't just stay here forever.” Kai sat cross-legged on the floor beside the couch, listening to him with rapt attention. Logan continued, half to himself. “You can't stay in a shelter’s. You don’t have an ID. Hospitals’ll just call the cops. And I’m not exactly rolling in cash.” Kai frowned. "Logan... worried?" “Worried doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He glanced at Kai—and froze. There was something strange about Kai’s arm. There was a faint shimmer, almost like a bruise, but it moved, sealing shut rapidly. Logan blinked, and it was gone.

I guess we’re going to have the usual family debate in front of our human guests. “You disagree?” Mr. Shah’s eyes glint, his interest clear. Shah runs an incubator with a combined value of three billion dollars. He’s not a stupid man, and he’s not about to ignore an insider hot to air dirty laundry. “Shifters are competitive by nature. The strong rule. The weak are culled. We ‘pivot’—” Alban spits the word, “so well because we don’t carry dead weight.” Mrs. Shah’s jaw drops, but she quickly covers her distaste with a bland expression. Brody mumbles his agreement, his mouth full.

Is that understood, dog? Cat shifters were a strange, vicious breed. They could shift into any feline, with many of them killing simply because it was in their nature to do so. They never associated themselves with Wolves, so the fact that he not only resided in our pack but was willing to accept that we were on the same team regarding Kamari’s wellbeing surprised me. I could feel the shifter’s energy toward Kamari; he was fond of her. That didn’t surprise me as Kamari had an unusual bond with all the animals I’ve seen her around. Even the birds seemed to congregate in flocks around the Ostyn house these days since her arrival.

The trouble is, she hasn't shifted often enough in recent years. To stay nimble, shifters must shift back and forth as nature calls. A shifter who stays too long in beast form, will forget how to become human again, and vice versa. Living with Minette, her hafling granddaughter who never manifested as a shifter, she wasn't able to run wild as often as she'd like. Especially when they were hiding in cities. Now, weak, hungry, and injured, it is even harder to call up the magic. Remember. Remember what it's like. She thinks about her first shift at puberty, the joy of chasing her sister through the French countryside. There.

The room shifts with the scent of their pheromones and their sexual hunger as their thoughts are redirected effectively with a few words. I’m trapped, and my heart is pounding against my chest so hard it is dizzying. No. I will not let these bastards use me for an orgy. They are all waiting, looking patiently on Alpha Reenan who will make the last decision and when he smirks, I know it is over for me. “I told you, little wolf. Your protection lasted only until your Shifting. No one can protect you from me now.” I back away from him and he smiles but the smile is terrifying to see.